All Poems
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Nel Mezzo Del Cammin
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Whisper it not that late in years
Sorrow shall fade and the world be brighter,
The Eve Of The Bridal
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YES! it has come; the strange, o'ermastering hour,
When buoyant hopes, and tender, tremulous fears
Sway the full heart with a divided power,
The flush of sunshine, and the touch of tears!
Flood-Tide of Flowers
© Henry Van Dyke
The laggard winter ebbed so slow
With freezing rain and melting snow,
It seemed as if the earth would stay
Forever where the tide was low,
In sodden green and watery gray.
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV
© Alexander Pope
Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul,
Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start ev'n from difficulty, strike from chance;
Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow
A work to wonder at—perhaps a Stowe.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: IX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON HER WAYWARDNESS
This is rank slavery. It better were
To till the thankless earth with sweat of brow,
Following dull oxen 'neath a goad of care
Care for Thy Soul as Thing of Greatest Price
© Donald Justice
Care for thy soul as thing of greatest price,
Made to the end to taste of power divine,
Devoid of guilt, abhorring sin and vice,
Apt by God’s grace to virtue to incline.
Care for it so as by thy retchless train
It be not brought to taste eternal pain.
Prayer For The Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
Peace, unto this house, I pray,
Keep terror and despair away;
Shield it from evil and let sin
Never find lodging room within.
May never in these walls be heard
The hateful or accusing word.
The Couriers
© Sylvia Plath
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.
I Travelled among Unknown Men
© André Breton
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
Hypocrite Women
© Denise Levertov
Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
we mother man in his doubt!
A Happy Childhood
© William Matthews
No one keeps a secret so well as a child
Victor Hugo
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing.
“Out out damn Spot,” she commands our silly dog.
I wonder what this means. I rise into adult air
Sonnet XVI: To the Lord General Cromwell
© Patrick Kavanagh
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
When She Comes Home
© James Whitcomb Riley
When she comes home again! A thousand ways
I fashion, to myself, the tenderness
The Idea of Order at Key West
© Edwin Muir
For she was the maker of the song she sang.
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew
It was the spirit that we sought and knew
That we should ask this often as she sang.
The Ready Artists
© Edgar Albert Guest
The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,
And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;
With a few days bright with sunshine and a few nights free from frost
They will start to splash their colors quite regardless of the cost.
There's an artist waiting ready at each bleak and dismal spot
To paint the flashing tulip or the meek forget-me-not.
Meditation
© David St. John
after Baudelaire
Quiet now, sorrow; relax. Calm down, fear ...
You wanted the night? It’s falling, here,
Like a black glove onto the city,
Giving a few some peace ... but not me.
The Search for Lost Lives
© James Tate
I was chasing this blue butterfly down
the road when a car came by and clipped me.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
She told the story, and the whole world wept
At wrongs and cruelties it had not known
I look at the world
© Langston Hughes
I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
