All Poems
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The Bumblebee
© James Whitcomb Riley
You better not fool with a Bumblebee!—
Ef you don't think they can sting—you'll see!
The Mother of Three
© Katharine Tynan
Oh, to have a little farm,
A little hearth so warm and bright,
And three little boys all safe from harm
In from the winter night!
Song
© James Joyce
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the long murmur of applause
That greeted the Musician's lay
Arms and the Boy
© Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
© Walt Whitman
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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Isaiah LXIII
© Phillis Wheatley
His eye the ample field of battle round
Survey'd, but no created succours found;
His own omnipotence sustain'd the right,
His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night;
Beneath his feet the prostrate troops were spread,
And round him lay the dying, and the dead.
Private Eye Lettuce
© Jack Gilbert
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,
the name and drawing of a detective
"Still I have not died, and still am not alone"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Still I have not died, and still am not alone,
while with my beggarwoman friend
I take my pleasure from the grandeur of the plain
and from its gloom, its hunger and its hurricanes.
How She Bowed to her Brother
© Gertrude Stein
The story of how she bowed to her brother.
Who has whom as his.
Crazy Jane And The Bishop
© William Butler Yeats
Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
Like a Sentence
© John Ashbery
It was prettily said that “No man
hath an abundance of cows on the plain, nor shards
in his cupboard.” Wait! I think I know who said that! It was . . .
The Miniature Woman
© Nazim Hikmet
Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...
Memories
© Rudyard Kipling
"The eradication of memories of the Great War. -SOCIALIST GOVERNMENT ORGAN
The Socialist Government speaks:
THOUGH all the Dead were all forgot
And razed were every tomb,
Memory
© William Butler Yeats
ONE had a lovely face,
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.
The Cloud Confines
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The day is dark and the night
To him that would search their heart;
Niagara
© Adelaide Crapsey
Seen on a Night in November
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumnal, evanescent, wan,
The moon.
