All Poems
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To Mrs K____, On Her Sending Me an English Christmas Plum-Cake at Paris
© Helen Maria Williams
What crowding thoughts around me wake,
What marvels in a Christmas-cake!
The Embankment
© Thomas Ernest Hulme
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth's the very stuff of poesy.
Epitaph
© Elinor Wylie
For this she starred her eyes with salt
And scooped her temples thin,
Until her face shone pure of fault
From the forehead to the chin.
The Young Rebel
© Alice Guerin Crist
The sun is setting behind the range,
His golden rays pour down
On a little figure, childish and strange,
Bending over a volume worn,
Whose green-clad cover, dusty and torn,
Bears a harp without a crown.
On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford, for Naples
© André Breton
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
All But Blind
© Walter de la Mare
All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.
Aspecta Medusa (for a Drawing)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Andromeda, by Perseus sav'd and wed,
Hanker'd each day to see the Gorgon's head:
Till o'er a fount he held it, bade her lean,
And mirror'd in the wave was safely seen
That death she liv'd by.
The Ground Squirrel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
From a nook just as cosy,
And tranquil, and dozy,
As e'er wooed to Sybarite napping
(But none ever caught him a-napping).
"Don't you see his soft burrow so quaint, lad! and queer?"
Poem For A Lady Whose Voice I Like
© Nikki Giovanni
so he said: you ain’t got no talent
if you didn’t have a face
you wouldn’t be nobody
To A Lady, Offended By A Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave?
I said, you had no soul, 'tis true!
For what you are, you cannot have:
'Tis I, that have one since I first had you!
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An Extraordinary Morning
© Philip Levine
Two young men—you just might call them boys—
waiting for the Woodward streetcar to get
Declining Days
© Henry Francis Lyte
Why do I sigh to find
Life's evening shadows gathering round my way?
The keen eye dimming, and the buoyant mind
Unhinging day by day?
Signs of the Times
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-comin' in de night,
Walking
© Thomas Traherne
To walk abroad is, not with eyes,
But thoughts, the fields to see and prize;
Else may the silent feet,
Like logs of wood,
Move up and down, and see no good
Nor joy nor glory meet.
Resignation
© Bliss William Carman
WHEN I am only fit to go to bed,
Or hobble out to sit within the sun,
Ring down the curtain, say the play is done,
And the last petals of the poppy shed!
Woman and Child
© Judith Beveridge
They listen to the myna birds dicker in the grass.
The child’s blue shoes are caked with
I Hear
© Paul Celan
I hear, the Bread, that looks on him,
heals the Hanged-Man,
the Bread, his Wife baked for him,
