All Poems
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The Girl with Bees in Her Hair
© Hugo Williams
came in an envelope with no return address;
she was small, wore wrinkled dress of figured
On What Planet
© Kenneth Rexroth
Uniformly over the whole countryside
The warm air flows imperceptibly seaward;
The Boy Enlists
© Edgar Albert Guest
His mother's eyes are saddened, and her cheeks
are stained with tears,
Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known
© William Wordsworth
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
Satire IV
© John Donne
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
Constancy to an Ideal Object
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Since all that beat about in Nature's range,
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou remain
The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus
© George Meredith
Amid the din of elemental strife,
No voice may pierce but Deity supreme:
And Deity supreme alone can hear,
Above the hurricane's discordant shrieks,
The cry of agonized humanity.
The Tennis Court Oath
© John Ashbery
The mulatress approached in the hall—the
lettering easily visible along the edge of the Times
in a moment the bell would ring but there was time
for the carnation laughed here are a couple of “other”
The Pioneer
© James Russell Lowell
What man would live coffined with brick and stone,
Imprisoned from the healing touch of air,
And cramped with selfish landmarks everywhere,
When all before him stretches, furrowless and lone,
The unmapped prairie none can fence or own?
The New Decalogue
© Ambrose Bierce
Have but one God: thy knees were sore
If bent in prayer to three or four.
A Chaunt In Praise
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How many hymns have I chaunted, Lady, in laud of thee,
Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon?
Love--songs are sweet in the morning. All things in praise of thee
Evening and morning rejoice, intoning in unison.
Of Uprightness and Sincerity
© John Bunyan
Wouldst thou be very upright and sincere?
Wouldst thou be that within thou dost appear,
To the Noblest and Best of Ladies, the Countess of Denbigh
© Richard Crashaw
Persuading her to resolution in religion, and to
Render herself without further delay into the
Communion of the Catholic Church
"Needs must I sing"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Lady, relent: thou whom all gifts adorn,
Who dost all worth and every grace display,
More than all other dames that e'er were born,
And give me kindly succour, since you may.
Paradise Lost: Book XII (1674)
© Patrick Kavanagh
AS one who in his journey bates at Noone,
Though bent on speed, so heer the Archangel paus'd
Betwixt the world destroy'd and world restor'd,
If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;
Then with transition sweet new Speech resumes.
The World And Bud
© Edgar Albert Guest
If we were all alike, what a dreadful world 'twould be!
No one would know which one was you or which of us was me.
We'd never have a "Skinny" or a "Freckles" or a "Fat,"
An' there wouldn't be a sissy boy to wear a velvet hat;
An' we'd all of us be pitchers when we played a baseball match,
For we'd never have a feller who'd have nerve enough to catch.
In Cities, Be Alert
© Annie Finch
You may hear that your heartbeat is uneven
and let new tension climb around your shoulders,
thinking you've found the trick for going mad.
But try to keep a grip on where you are.
