All Poems
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Ode To Stephen Bowling Bots
© Mark Twain
And did young Stephen sicken,
And did young Stephen die?
And did the sad hearts thicken,
And did the mourners cry?
The Sleigh-Bells
© Susanna Moodie
Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
For a Statue of AEsculapius
© Theocritus
Far as Miletus travelled Paean's son;
There to be guest of Nicias, guest of one
Who heals all sickness; and who still reveres
Him, for his sake this cedarn image rears.
The sculptor's hand right well did Nicias fill;
And here the sculptor lavished all his skill.
South
© Natasha Trethewey
Homo sapiens is the only species
to suffer psychological exile.
—E. O. Wilson
The Love of the World Reproved: or, Hypocrisy Detected
© William Cowper
Thus says the prophet of the Turk;
Good musselman, abstain from pork!
The Executive’s Death
© Robert Bly
Merchants have multiplied more than the stars of heaven.
Half the population are like the long grasshoppers
The End
© Mark Strand
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
A Villequier
© Victor Marie Hugo
Maintenant que Paris, ses pavés et ses marbres,
Et sa brume et ses toits sont bien loin de mes yeux ;
Maintenant que je suis sous les branches des arbres,
Et que je puis songer à la beauté des cieux ;
Adam
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Marveling he stands on the cathedral's
steep ascent, close to the rose window,
as though frightened at the apotheosis
which grew and all at once
Calm
© Charles Baudelaire
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.
You asked for night: it falls: it is here.
A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the hill,
to some men bringing peace, to others care.
The Crystal Lithium
© James Schuyler
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beach
Eve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when snow lies under the street lamps and on all
When To The Attractions Of The Busy World
© William Wordsworth
WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world,
Preferring studious leisure, I had chosen
A habitation in this peaceful Vale,
Sharp season followed of continual storm
Leave-Taking
© Louise Bogan
I do not know where either of us can turn
Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other.
The Weird Lady
© Charles Kingsley
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,
Like motes in the sunnes beam;
And over him stood the Weird Lady,
In her charmed castle over the sea,
Sang 'Lie thou still and dream.'
Sonnet XXV: Let those who are in Favour with their Stars
© William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Ave, Caesar!
© William Ernest Henley
From the winter's grey despair,
From the summer's golden languor,
Death, the lover of Life,
Frees us for ever.
The Unthinkable
© Simon Armitage
A huge purple door washed up in the bay overnight,
its paintwork blistered and peeled from weeks at sea.
