All Poems
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Portrait
© Daniel Nester
All moods: at a party everybody’s delight;
Intent while brown curls shadow the serious page;
When people are stuffy (more correct than right)
The stamp and turn on heel of a little girl’s rage.
But woman mostly, as winter moonlight sees,
Impetuous midnight, and the dune’s dark trees.
The Two Bears
© Carolyn Wells
Prince Curlilocks remarked one day
To Princess Dimplecheek,
"I haven't had a real good play
For more than 'most a week."
Year That Trembled
© Walt Whitman
YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough-yet the air I breathed froze me;
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself;
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
And sullen hymns of defeat?
“A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett ...”
© Pierre Reverdy
A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett,
Built a bridge for the good River Bumpett.
A mistake in the plan
Left a gap in the span,
But he said, “Well, they'll just have to jump it.”
The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
© Emily Jane Brontë
The wind was rough which tore
That leaf from its parent tree
The fate was cruel which bore
The withering corpse to me
At Cross Purposes
© Samuel Menashe
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Is this writing mine
Whose name is this
Did I underline
What I was to miss?
Like An Evil Spirit
© Mikhail Lermontov
Like an evil spirit hast thou
Shocked my heart from out its rest,
If thou'lt take it quite away now--
Thou wilt win my healing blest!
Design
© Billy Collins
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
Songs Set To Music: 25.
© Matthew Prior
Since, Moggy, I mun bid adieu,
How can I help despairing?
Let cruel Fate us still pursue,
There's nought more worth my caring.
Invocation To Misery
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Come, be happy!sit near me,
Shadow-vested Misery:
Coy, unwilling, silent bride,
Mourning in thy robe of pride,
Desolationdeified!
America Politica Historia, in Spontaneity
© Gregory Corso
O this political air so heavy with the bells
and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky
© John Dryden
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,
And the new budding flowers did spring,
Stanzas
© Emily Jane Brontë
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.
Winter Landscape, With Rooks
© Sylvia Plath
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
plunges headlong into that black pond
where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan
floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind
which hungers to haul the white reflection down.
How's My Boy?
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'Ho, Sailor of the sea!
How's my boy-my boy?'
'What's your boy's name, good wife,
And in what good ship sailed he?'
Ancestral
© Archibald MacLeish
slow hooves and dripping with the dark
The velvet muzzles, the white feet that move
In a dream water
and O soon now soon
Sleep and the night.
The Present Time Best Pleaseth me
© Robert Herrick
Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see
Myself now live; this age best pleaseth me!
