All Poems
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Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937
© Kenneth Rexroth
For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,
A poem had been gathering in my mind,
Nogi
© Harriet Monroe
Great soldier of the fighting clan,
Across Port Arthur's frowning face of stone
You drew the battle sword of old Japan,
And struck the White Tsar from his Asian throne.
A Shropshire Lad II: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
© Alfred Edward Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Dan Wasnt Thrown from His Horse
© Henry Lawson
THEY SAY he was thrown and run over,
But that is sheer nonsense, of course:
I taught him to ride when a kiddy,
And Dan wasnt thrown from his horse.
Journey
© Gerald Stern
How dumb he was to wipe the blood from his eye
where he was sucker-punched and stagger out
The Steps
© Paul Valéry
Your steps, children of my silence,
Holily, slowly placed,
Towards the bed of my vigilance
Proceed dumb and frozen.
Youth and Age
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
Landscape with Horse Named Popcorn
© Laura Riding Jackson
later on his grave, the 2X4 cross with name
above a swell of land that could bring
a man to his knees,
Stars In The Sea
© Roderic Quinn
I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.
Tintagel
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Low is laid Arthur's head,
Unknown earth above him mounded;
By him sleep his splendid knights,
With whose names the world resounded.
We Are Seven
© André Breton
A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
Spray
© Sara Teasdale
I KNEW you thought of me all night,
I knew, though you were far away;
I felt your love blow over me
As if a dark wind-riven sea
Sonnet XXV
© George Santayana
As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
The Poet And The Children
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH a glory of winter sunshine
Over his locks of gray,
In the old historic mansion
He sat on his last birthday;
"It Was a Lover and His Lass"
© William Shakespeare
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That oer the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza V
© Gertrude Stein
Why can pansies be their aid or paths.
He said paths she had said paths
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 01
© Torquato Tasso
THE ARGUMENT.
Argantes calls the Christians out to just:
