All Poems
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The Swallow Leaves Her Nest
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
THE swallow leaves her nest,
The soul my weary breast;
Five Poems From “Helen: A Revision”
© Jack Spicer
Nothing is known about Helen but her voice
Strange glittering sparks
Lighting no fires but what is reechoed
Rechorded, set on the icy sea.
Vixen
© William Stanley Merwin
Comet of stillness princess of what is over
high note held without trembling without voice without sound
The Death Of Conradin
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
No cloud to dim the splendour of the day
Which breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,
And lights that brilliant sea and magic shore
With every tint that charmed the great of yore-
The imperial ones of earth, who proudly bade
Their marble domes e'en Ocean's realm invade.
Delia LIII
© Samuel Daniel
Unhappy pen and ill accepted papers,
That intimate in vain my chaste desires,
England in 1819
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
A Madona Poesia (To My Lady of Poetry)
© Alfonsina Storni
AQUI a tus pies lanzada, pecadora,
contra tu tierra azul, mi cara oscura,
tú, virgen entre ejércitos de palmas
que no encanecen como los humanos.
The Journey
© Grace Fallow Norton
I went upon a journey
To countries far away,
From province unto province
To pass my holiday.
1994
© Paul Celan
i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
when a thumb of ice
stamped itself hard near my heart
Reminiscences A Darwin
© Henri Cazalis
Je sens un monde en moi de confuses pensees,
Je sens obscurement que j'ai vecu toujours,
Que j'ai longtemps erre dans les forets passees,
Et que la bete encor garde en moi ses amours.
Neighbours
© Rudyard Kipling
The man that is open of heart to his neighbour,
And stops to consider his likes and dislikes,
Finished?
© Charles Bukowski
the critics now have me
drinking champagne and
driving a BMW
and also married to a
Getting On
© William Henry Drummond
I know Im not too young, an' ma back is not as straight
As it use to be some feefty year ago--
A Coronet for his Mistress, Philosophy
© George Chapman
Muses that sing love's sensual empery,
And lovers kindling your enraged fires
Sonnet LVII. To Sleep.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
COME, Sleep Oblivion's sire! Come, blessed Sleep!
Thy shadowy sheltering wings above me spread.
Fold to thy balmy breast my weary head.
Shut close behind the gates of sense, and steep
Thyrsis: A Monody, to Commemorate the Author's Friend, Arthur Hugh Clough
© Matthew Arnold
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
From Laughter To Labor
© Edgar Albert Guest
We have wandered afar in our hunting for pleasure,
We have scorned the soul's duty to gather up treasure;
We have lived for our laughter and toiled for our winning
And paid little heed to the soul's simple sinning.
But light were the burdens that freighted us then,
God and country, to-day let us prove we are men!
