All Poems
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Lichen Glows in the Moonlight
© John Kinsella
Lichen glows in the moonlight
so fierce only cloud blocking
the moon brings relief. Then passed by,
recharged it leaps up off rocks
Alma Mater
© Amy Levy
Oh, who can sound the human breast?
And this strange truth must be confessed;
That city do I love the best
Wherein my heart was heaviest!
Old Men Playing Basketball
© Boris Pasternak
The heavy bodies lunge, the broken language
of fake and drive, glamorous jump shot
slowed to a stutter. Their gestures, in love
again with the pure geometry of curves,
February Evening in New York
© Denise Levertov
As the stores close, a winter light
opens air to iris blue,
Outlook
© Archibald Lampman
Not to be conquered by these headlong days,
But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood
On life's deep meaning, nature's altitude
Of loveliness, and time's mysterious ways;
Encounter
© Czeslaw Milosz
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
En Un Jardin
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Al decir que las penas son fugaces
En tanto que la dicha persevera,
Tu cara es sugestiva y hechicera
Y juegan a los novios los rapaces.
Young Couple
© Arthur Rimbaud
The room is open to the turquoise blue sky;
no room here: boxes and bins!
Outside the wall is overgrown with birthwort
where the brownies' gums buzz.
"When Burbadge Played"
© Henry Austin Dobson
WhenN Burbadge played, the stage was bare
Of fount and temple, tower and stair;
Two backswords eked a battle out;
Two supers made a rabble rout;
The throne of Denmark was a chair!
To One In A Silent Time
© Alice Meynell
Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine?
This winter of a silent poet's heart
Is suddenly sweet with thee, but what thou art,
Mid-winter flower, I would I could divine.
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing
© William Butler Yeats
NOW all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
The Lost Land
© Eavan Boland
and memory itself
has become an emigrant,
wandering in a place
where love dissembles itself as landscape:
Phyllis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Sunshine or shadow, or gold day or gray day,
Life must be lived as our destinies rule;
Leisure or labor or work day or play day
Feasts for the famous and fun for the fool;
Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.
Sonnet LXXXVII: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
© William Shakespeare
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou knowst thy estimate.
Poems - Written On The Deaths Of Three Lovely Children
© Jean Ingelow
Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter-woodland hollows thickly strewing,
Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,
While the dim gray clouds are drifting, and in saddened hues imbuing
All without and all within!
Fiat
© Boris Pasternak
Dawn will set candles guttering.
It will light up and loose the swifts.
With this reminder I'll burst in:
Let life be just as fresh as this!
The Months
© Linda Pastan
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
the trees resolve
to endure for now,
The Princess: Sweet and Low
© Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
" Do kings put faith in fortressed walls, and bar"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Do kings put faith in fortressed walls, and bar
Their cities' gates, as strong to keep out war?
The constancy of friends is stronger far.
Are lilies pure, that in some vale unknown
