All Poems
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Modern Love
© John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dressd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
We know this much
© Sappho
We know this much
Death is an evil;
we have the gods'
word for it; they too
would die if death
were a good thing
From Violence to Peace
© James Russell Lowell
Twenty-eight shotgun pellets
crater my thighs, belly and groin.
I gently thumb each burnt bead,
fingering scabbed stubs with ointment.
From Catullus V
© Sir Walter Raleigh
The sun may set and rise,
But we, contrariwise,
Sleep, after our short light,
One everlasting night.
Immigrant Blues
© Li-Young Lee
People have been trying to kill me since I was born,
a man tells his son, trying to explain
the wisdom of learning a second tongue.
Sonnet XXXVIII: First Time He Kissed Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The finger of this hand wherewith I write;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I lived with Esther, not for many days,
If days be counted by the fall of night
And the sun's rising, yet through years of praise,
If truth be timepiece of joys infinite.
What the End Is For
© Jorie Graham
where the heard foams up into the noise of listening,
where the listening arrives without being extinguished.
The huge hum soaks up into the dusk.
The minutes spring open. Six is too many.
From where we watch,
from where even watching is an anachronism,
"Give me October's meditative haze"
© Alfred Austin
Give me October's meditative haze,
Its gossamer mornings, dewy-wimpled eves,
Lorenzo De Lardy
© William Schwenck Gilbert
DALILAH DE DARDY adored
The very correctest of cards,
LORENZO DE LARDY, a lord -
He was one of Her Majesty's Guards.
Upon Time and Eternity
© John Bunyan
LXXII. Upon Time and Eternity.
Eternity is like unto a Ring.
Time, like to Measure, doth it self extend;
Measure commences, is a finite thing.
The Ring has no beginning, middle, end.
Preface
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The candlelight sweeps softly through the room,
Filling dim surfaces with golden laughter,
Touching with mystery each high hung rafter,
Cutting a path of promise through the gloom.
Rivers Of Canada
© Bliss William Carman
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current-whe re they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
Kilmeny (A Song of the Trawlers)
© Alfred Noyes
There's a wandering shadow that stares at the foam,
Though they sing all night to old England, their queen,
Late, late in the evening Kilmeny came home,
And nobody knew where Kilmeny had been.
Mutability ["We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon"]
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed and gleam and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:—
Emmy
© Arthur Symons
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,
Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile,
Come to me out of the past, and I see her there
As I saw her once for a while.
