All Poems
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Whence?
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
EERILY the wind doth blow
Through the woodland hollow;
Eërily forlorn and low,
Tremulous echoes follow!
The God Of The Poor
© William Morris
There was a lord that hight Maltete,
Among great lords he was right great,
On poor folk trod he like the dirt,
None but God might do him hurt.
Deus est Deus pauperum.
Elegy VII: Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love
© John Donne
Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
And in that sophistry, oh, thou dost prove
Grown about by Fragrant Bushes
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Grown about by fragrant bushes,
Sunken in a winding valley,
Beidaihe
© Mao Zedong
A rainstorm sweeps down on the northern land,
White breakers leap to the sky.
No fishing boats off Qinhuangdao
Are seen on the boundless ocean.
Where are they gone?
Saints’ Logic
© Michael Rosen
Love the drill, confound the dentist.
Love the fever that carries me home.
Meat of exile. Salt of grief.
This much, indifferent
The Made to Order Smile
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes,
And her brows are half uplifted in a nicely feigned surprise
As you breathe some pretty sentence, though she hates you all the while,
She is very apt to stun you with a made to order smile.
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III
© Richard Savage
Ye traytors, tyrants, fear his stinging lay!
Ye pow'rs unlov'd, unpity'd in decay!
But know, to you sweet-blossom'd Fame he brings,
Ye heroes, patriots, and paternal kings!
Pig Song
© Margaret Atwood
This is what you changed me to:
a greypink vegetable with slug
eyes, buttock
incarnate, spreading like a slow turnip,
No Second Troy
© William Butler Yeats
WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
On Mother’s Day
© Grace Paley
Look! more trees on the block
forget-me-nots all around them
ivy lantana shining
and geraniums in the window
Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me
© Robert Herrick
In the hours of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
"As Love and I, late harbour'd in one inn"
© Michael Drayton
As Love and I, late harbourd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain:
The Common Touch
© Edgar Albert Guest
I would not be too wiseso very wise
That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,
An Offering for Patricia
© Anthony Evan Hecht
The work has been going forward with the greatest difficulty, chiefly because I cannot concentrate. I have no feeling about whether what I am writing is good or bad, and the whole business is totally without excitement and pleasure for me. And I am sure I know the reason. It’s that I can’t stand leaving unresolved my situation with Pat. I hear from her fairly frequently, asking when I plan to come back, and she knows that I am supposed to appear at the poetry reading in the middle of January. It is not mainly loneliness I feel, though I feel it; but I have been lonely before. It is quite frankly the feeling that nothing is really settled between us, and that in the mean time I worry about how things are going to work out. This has made my work more difficult than it has ever been before.
Idyll I. The Death of Daphnis
© Theocritus
GOATHERD.
Shepherd, thy lay is as the noise of streams
Falling and falling aye from yon tall crag.
If for their meed the Muses claim the ewe,
Be thine the stall-fed lamb; or if they choose
The lamb, take thou the scarce less-valued ewe.
Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,
Into the morning's golden light;
Sonnet #10
© Hayden Carruth
You rose from our embrace and the small light spread
like an aureole around you. The long parabola
