All Poems

/ page 1639 of 3210 /

Order by :

Moonlight

© Paul Verlaine

Your soul is like a landscape fantasy,

Where masks and Bergamasks, in charming wise,

VIa, Veritas Et Vita

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Mientras, amarlo todo… y no amar nada,
sonreír cuando hay sol y cuando hay brumas;
cuidar de que en el áspera jornada
no se atrofien las alas, ni oleada
de cieno vil ensucie nuestras plumas.

Theophany

© Evelyn Underhill

Deep cradled in the fringed mow to lie

And feel the rhythmic flux of life sweep by,

Ballades III - Of Blue China

© Andrew Lang

Come, snarl at my ecstasies, do,
Kind critic; your tongue has a tang,
Buta sage never heeded a shrew
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.

"Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I"

© William Shakespeare

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:

In a cowslip’s bell I lie;

The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thus
South-east by Fate and the Rising Sun where the Three Kings* wait for us.
When our hearts are young and the world is wide, and the heights seem grand to climb
We are off and away to the Sydney-side; but the Three Kings bide their time.

Money Won’t Change It (but time will take you on)

© Cornelius Eady

You’re rich, lady, hissed the young woman at
My mother as she bent in her garden.
Look at what you’ve got, and it was
Too much, the collards and tomatoes,
A man, however lousy, taking care
of the bills.

To Marion

© George Gordon Byron

Marion! why that pensive brow?
What disgust to life hast thou?
Change that discontented air;
Frowns become not one so fair.

Two Paintings by Gustav Klimt

© Jorie Graham

Although what glitters
on the trees,
row after perfect row,
is merely
the injustice
of the world,

Sonnet To Lake Leman

© George Gordon Byron

Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Staël --

Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore,

A Color of the Sky

© Tony Hoagland

Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.

America In 1804

(America Conquers Europe.)
Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold,
Late driven hence, infested fane and court.
The laurels of our victory were amort.

Song Of Four Faries

© John Keats

Salamander.
Sweet Dusketha! paradise!
Off, ye icy Spirits, fly!
Frosty creatures of the sky!

The Story, Around the Corner

is not turning the way you thought

it would turn, gently, in a little spiral loop,

Militia Women

© Mao Zedong

How bright and brave they look, shouldering five-foot rifles
On the parade ground lit up by the first gleams of day.
China's daughters have high-aspiring minds,
They love their battle array, not silks and satins.