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Heavy Summer Rain
© Jane Kenyon
The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day
Business And Pleasure.
© Robert Crawford
He'll have his all; and though his heart is great,
Ay, prodigal of kindness, yet is he
A very Shylock in his bargaining.
Those soft, mild eyes of his grow hard as iron
To gauge the too, too little or too much,
When commerce puts his temper to the touch.
Like Brothers We Meet
© George Moses Horton
Dedicated to the Federal and Late Confederate Soldiers
Like heart-loving brothers we meet,
Limerick: There Was an Old Man who said, "Well'
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man who said, 'Well!
Will nobody answer this bell?
I have pulled day and night,
Till my hair has grown white,
But nobody answers this bell!'
Epitaph
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Stop, Christian passer-by!Stop, child of God,
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
To Giusue Carducci
© George William Lewis Marshall-Hall
O RICH and splendid soul that overflowest
With light and fire caught from thy native skies!
Ancestor
© James Russell Lowell
It was a time when they were afraid of him.
My father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horse
Sapphos Last Song
© John Jay Chapman
THIS was the summer whose gradual splendor
Burned the meridian while the deep sea
Whispering, murmuring, watched the surrender,
Cradled my union, my loved one, with thee.
Full Moon
© Elinor Wylie
My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin;
The ermine muffled mouth and chin;
I could not suck the moonlight in.
Rich And Poor
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Neath the radiance faint of the starlit sky
The gleaming snow-drifts lay wide and high;
Oer hill and dell stretched a mantle white,
The branches glittered with crystal bright;
But the winter winds keen icy breath
Was merciless, numbing and chill as death.
Glory
© Robert Pinsky
Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted names
And legends into verses for the chorus to sing:
Names recalled now only in the poems of Pindar:
In Praise Of Music And Poetry
© Richard Barnfield
If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs (the sister and the brother),
Amoretti LXXXIX: Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough
© Edmund Spenser
Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough,
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate:
Before The Snow
© Bliss William Carman
NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know
The trumpets of the north will blow,
And the great winds will come to bring
The pale wild riders of the snow.
Chicago Poem
© Lew Welch
I lived here nearly 5 years before I could
meet the middle western day with anything approaching
Visitation by Jeffrey Harrison: American Life in Poetry #115 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Each of the senses has a way of evoking time and place. In this bittersweet poem by Jeffrey Harrison of Massachusetts, birdsong offers reassurance as the speaker copes with loss.
Visitation
