All Poems
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To Toussaint LOuverture
© William Wordsworth
TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men!
Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough
Within thy hearing, or thy head be now
Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den;--
The Scholar-Gipsy
© Matthew Arnold
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!
J. D. R.
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE friends that are, and friends that were,
What shallow waves divide!
I miss the form for many a year
Still seated at my side.
Nocturne
© Li-Young Lee
That scraping of iron on iron when the wind
rises, what is it? Something the wind won’t
To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband
© Phillis Wheatley
To join for ever on the hills of light:
To thine embrace this joyful spirit moves
To thee, the partner of his earthly loves;
He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin'd,
And better suited to th' immortal mind.
Dusk
© James Whitcomb Riley
The frightened herds of clouds across the sky
Trample the sunshine down, and chase the day
wishes for sons
© Paul Celan
i wish them cramps.
i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
i wish them no 7-11.
The Way To Heaven
© John Hay
One day the Sultan, grand and grim,
Ordered the Mufti brought to him.
"Now let thy wisdom solve for me
The question I shall put to thee.
Mailboxes in Late Winter
© Jeffrey Harrison
It’s a motley lot. A few still stand
at attention like sentries at the ends
A Summer Pastoral
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin'
Kinder don't-keer-like aroun'
Walking Parker Home
© Bob Kaufman
Sweet beats of jazz impaled on slivers of wind
Kansas Black Morning/ First Horn Eyes/
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Your youth flowed on, a river chaste and fair,
Till thirty years were written to your name.
A wife, a mother, these the titles were
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 55
© Alfred Tennyson
The wish, that of the living whole
No life may fail beyond the grave,
Derives it not from what we have
The likest God within the soul?
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07:
© Conrad Aiken
'One white rose . . . or is it pink, to-day?'
They pause and smile, not caring what they say,
If only they may talk.
The crowd flows past them like dividing waters.
Dreaming they stand, dreaming they walk.
The Speaking Tree
© Katha Pollitt
for Robert Payne ?
Great Alexander sailing was from his true course turned
On the Beach at Night
© Walt Whitman
On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Oh, If That Rainbow Up There
© Ethel Turner
Oh, if that rainbow up there,
Spanning the sky past the hill,
A Historical Footnote to Consider Only When All Else Fails
© Nikki Giovanni
Why, LBJ has made it
quite clear to me
He doesn’t give a
Good goddamn what I think
(else why would he continue to masterbate in public?)
The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood
I force my way; now climb, and now descend
O'er rocks, or bare or mossy, with wild foot
Crushing the purple whorts; while oft unseen,
