All Poems

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Night Feeding

© Katha Pollitt

Deeper than sleep but not so deep as death

I lay there dreaming and my magic head

You charm'd me not with that fair face

© John Dryden

You charm'd me not with that fair face
Though it was all divine:
To be another's is the grace,
That makes me wish you mine.

To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.

He must wake up. He must expose and strip
successive layers to ?nd his soul again.
Where had the rubble come from? He was like
a junkyard—cluttered, ?lled with scrap iron, tin.
As dead as any metal not in use.

On the Lord General Fairfax at the Siege of Colchester

© Patrick Kavanagh

Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings

Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,

August

© Hilaire Belloc

This is sheer manhood; this is Charlemagne,
When he with his wide host came conquering home
From vengeance under Roncesvalles ta'en.
Or when his bramble beard flaked red with foam
Of bivouac wine-cups on the Lombard plain,
What time he swept to grasp the world at Rome.

The Eagle

© Alfred Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

Autumn's Gold

© George MacDonald

By the roadside, like rocks of golden ore
That make the western river-beds so bright,
The briar and the furze are all alight!
Perhaps the year will be so fair no more,
But now the fallen, falling leaves are gay,
And autumn old has shone into a Day!

Jim Crow Cars

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

If within the cruel Southland you have chanced to take a ride,
You the Jim Crow cars have noticed, how they crush a Negro's pride,
How he pays a first class passage and a second class receives,
Gets the worst accommodations ev'ry friend of truth believes.

Trying to Write a Poem While the Couple in the Apartment Overhead Make Love

© David Wagoner

She's like a singer straying slowly off key

while trying too hard to remember the words to a song

Amen

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

It is over. What is over?
Nay, now much is over truly!
Harvest days we toiled to sow for;
Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
Now the wheat is garnered duly.

Mathematics Considered as a Vice

© Anthony Evan Hecht

I would invoke that man

Who chipped for all posterity an ass

Joining The Colours

© Katharine Tynan

THERE they go marching all in step so gay!
Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns.
Blithely they go as to a wedding day,
The mothers' sons.

The Beautiful Land of Nod

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful Land of Nod.

Estrangement

So, without overt breach, we fall apart,

Tacitly sunder--neither you nor I

Stranger

© Allen Tate

This is the village where the funeral

Stilted its dusty march over deep ruts

A Prelude At Evening

My spirit was like the lonely air
Before night,
Like hovering cloud that's melted there
In the late light,

(My soul is alight...)

© Anselm Hollo

III

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.