All Poems
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On Scratchbury Camp
© Siegfried Sassoon
Along the grave green downs, this idle afternoon,
Shadows of loitering silver clouds, becalmed in blue,
Bring, like unfoldment of a flower, the best of June.
No Alto
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
O poeta chegara ao alto da montanha,
E quando ia a descer a vertente do oeste,
Viu uma cousa estranha,
Uma figura má.
The Coast-Road
© Robinson Jeffers
A horseman high-alone as an eagle on the spur of the mountain over Mirmas Canyon draws rein, looks down
At the bridge-builders, men, trucks, the power-shovels, the teeming end of the new coast-road at the mountain’s base.
The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students
© Washington Allston
Goodbye,
you who are, for me, the postmarks again
of imaginary towns—Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell—
their solitude given away in poems, only their loneliness kept.
October And May
© Henry James Pye
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.
: "Behold, with mild and matron mien,
One Day's Command
© Anonymous
The plumed staff officer gallops
Along the swaying line,
That shakes as, beaten by hailstones,
Shakes the loaded autumn vine;
And the earth beneath is reddened,
But not with the stain of wine.
Sonnets from the Portuguese 20: Beloved, my Beloved
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
The Two Poets
© Alice Meynell
Whose is the speech
That moves the voices of this lonely beech?
Out of the long West did this wild wind come -
Oh strong and silent! And the tree was dumb,
Ready and dumb, until
The dumb gale struck it on the darkened hill.
A Mystery Play
© Duncan Campbell Scott
There must be fire in the city
To throw that yellow glare;
And fire in the little villages
On all the hearthstones there.
Old Bones
© Gary Snyder
Out there walking round, looking out for food,
a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed that you can crack
Me
© Amrita Pritam
My birth without “me”
was a blemished offering on the collection plate.
A moment of flesh, imprisoned in flesh.
Childhood’s Retreat
© Robert Duncan
It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me.
In Summer Time
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When summer time has come, and all
The world is in the magic thrall
Tall Ambrosia
© Henry David Thoreau
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Different Ways to Pray
© Naomi Shihab Nye
And occasionally there would be one
who did none of this,
the old man Fowzi, for example, Fowzi the fool,
who beat everyone at dominoes,
insisted he spoke with God as he spoke with goats,
and was famous for his laugh.
Inviting a Friend to Supper
© Benjamin Jonson
Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house, and I
Do equally desire your company;
Stella In Mourning
© Samuel Johnson
When lately Stella's form display'd
The beauties of the gay brocade,
