All Poems

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© John Greenleaf Whittier

I LOVE the old melodious lays
Which softly melt the ages through,
The songs of Spensers golden days,
Arcadian Sidneys silvery phrase,
Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew.

Dressing My Daughters

© Mark Jarman

One girl a full head taller

Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.

Prudent Simplicity (Translated From Owen)

© William Cowper

That thou mayst injure no man, dove-like be,

And serpent-like, that none may injure thee!

Resolution and Independence

© André Breton

There was a roaring in the wind all night;

The rain came heavily and fell in floods;

Dark View

© Heather McHugh

The sun that puts its spokes in every

Wheel of manhandle and tree

Neglected

© Edgar Albert Guest

I DON'T get much attention now,

Although I'm not complaining;

Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come

© William Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come

If it were filled with your most high deserts?

The Slave Auction

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

The sale began—young girls were there,
Defenseless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair
Revealed their anguish and distress.

Sweet Death

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

The sweetest blossoms die.

And so it was that, going day by day

But we need dependency, cosseting, and well-treatment.
So do men sometimes. Why don’t they admit it?
We will be cows for a while, because babies howl for us,
Be kittens or bitches, who want to eat grass now and then
For the sake of our health. But the role of pastoral heroine
Is not permanent, Jack. We want to get back to the meeting.

Bar Kochba

© Emma Lazarus

Weep, Israel! your tardy meed outpour

Of grateful homage on his fallen head,

My Father in the Night Commanding No

© Louis Simpson

My father in the night commanding No
Has work to do. Smoke issues from his lips;
He reads in silence.
The frogs are croaking and the street lamps glow.

After This The Judgement

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

As eager homebound traveller to the goal,

Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,

Last August Hours Before the Year 2000

© Naomi Shihab Nye

What a drama to keep thinking the last summer
the last birthday
before the calendar turns to zeroes.
My neighbor says anything we plant
in September takes hold.
She’s lining pots of little grasses by her walk.

Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea

© Henry Howard

O HAPPY dames! that may embrace

The fruit of your delight,

Taking Off My Clothes

I take off my shirt, I show you.
I shaved the hair out under my arms.
I roll up my pants, I scraped off the hair
on my legs with a knife, getting white.

Aileen

A splendid sun betwixt the trees
Long spikes of flame did shoot,
When turning to the fragrant South,
With longing eyes and burning mouth,
I stretched a hand athwart the drouth,
And plucked at cooling fruit.