All Poems
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Erinna
© Sara Teasdale
They sent you in to say farewell to me,
No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes
Autumn Song
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
A Nonsense Song
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Rosemary, Rosemary, let down your hair!
The cow's in the hammock, the crow's in the chair!
I was making you songs out of sawdust and silk,
But they came in to call and they spilt them like milk.
Patroling Barnegat
© Walt Whitman
Slush and sand of the beach tireless till daylight wending,
Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting,
Along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering,
A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,
That savage trinity warily watching.
A Sweet Landscape
© James Montgomery
Sweet was the scene! apart the cedars stood.
A sunny islet open'd in the wood;
Signs
© Larry Levis
2.
And this evening in the garden
I find the winter
inside a snail shell, rigid and
cool, a little stubborn temple,
its one visitor gone.
The Landgraff
© Frances Anne Kemble
Through Thuringia's forest green
The Landgraff rode at close of e'en;
Matins
© Denise Levertov
Stir the holy grains, set
the bowls on the table and
call the child to eat.
The Chopin Player
© Arthur Symons
The sounds torture me: I count them with my eyes,
I feel them like a thirst between my lips;
Is it my body or my soul that cries
With little coloured mouths of sound, and drips
In these bright drops that turn to butterflies
Dying delicately at my finger-tips?
Still The Dawn
© Eli Siegel
Came the dawn
To the man.
Ran the man
From the dawn.
Still the dawn
Waits for man.
A Song: Men of England
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?
O' Lyric Love
© Robert Browning
O' Lyric Love, half angel and half bird,
And all a wonder and a wild desire,-
Kosmos
© Walt Whitman
Who includes diversity and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also,
Father Son and Holy Ghost
© Elizabeth Daryush
I have not ever seen my father’s grave.
Not that his judgment eyes
The Heretic In The Temple
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Lone did I go within the ancient place,
With hushèd voice, and slow and reverent tread;
