All Poems
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© Mark Wunderlich
Oh, Unreadable One, why
have you done this to your dumb creature?
Why have you chosen to punish the coyote
The Old Man Drew the Line
© Carl Rakosi
Ah, companero,
you were born
on the wrong day
when God was paradoxical.
You’ll have to
find yourself an old dog.
A Man Who Would Woo a Fair Maid
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A man who would woo a fair maid,
Should 'prentice himself to the trade;
A Lecture upon the Shadow
© John Donne
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
The Broken Crutch: A Tale
© Robert Bloomfield
A burst of laughter rang throughout the hall,
And Peggy's tongue, though overborne by all,
Pour'd its warm blessings, for, without control
The sweet unbridled transport of her soul
Was obviously seen, till Herbert's kiss
Stole, as it were, the eloquence of bliss.
The Intruder
© John Betjeman
My mother—preferring the strange to the tame:
Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung,
"A child in nature, as a child in years"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A child in nature, as a child in years,
If on past hours she turn remembering eyes,
She but beholds sweet joys or gentle tears,
Flower hiding flower in her pure memories.
The Captain and the Mermaids
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I SING a legend of the sea,
So hard-a-port upon your lee!
A ship on starboard tack!
She's bound upon a private cruise -
(This is the kind of spice I use
To give a salt-sea smack).
The Sun Came
© Tony Harrison
The Sun came, Miss Brooks.
And we goofed the whole thing.
I think.
(Though ain't no vision visited my cell.)
Ox Cart Man
© Donald Hall
In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field,
counting the seed, counting
the cellar’s portion out,
and bags the rest on the cart’s floor.
Modern Love: XLIX
© George Meredith
He found her by the oceans moaning verge,
Nor any wicked change in her discerned;
Indian Summer
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I HAVE strayed from silent places,
Where the days are dreaming always;
Bottles in the Bombed City
© Les Murray
They gave the city a stroke. Its memories
are cordoned off. They could collapse on you.
Bewildering Emotions
© James Whitcomb Riley
The merriment that followed was subdued--
As though the story-teller's attitude
A Sister on the Tracks
© Donald Hall
Between pond and sheepbarn, by maples and watery birches,
Rebecca paces a double line of rust
The Night Before The Mowing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
ALL shimmering in the morning shine
And diamonded with dew,
And quivering in the scented wind
That thrills its green heart through,--
Mary of Nazareth
© Clive Sansom
It was like music:
Hovering and floating there
With the sound of lutes and timbrels
In the night air.