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Socrates
© Edward Young
Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend.
The conscious moon through every distant age
Green Tea by Dale Ritterbusch: American Life in Poetry #83 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Poems of simple pleasure, poems of quiet celebration, well, they aren't anything like those poems we were asked to wrestle with in high school, our teachers insisting that we get a headlock on THE MEANING. This one by Dale Ritterbusch of Wisconsin is more my cup of tea.
Today
© Billy Collins
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XII. -- King Olaf's Chri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At Drontheim, Olaf the King
Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring,
As he sat in his banquet-hall,
Drinking the nut-brown ale,
With his bearded Berserks hale
And tall.
The Sorcerer: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Scene-Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's mansion by moonlight. All the
peasantry are discovered asleep on the ground, as at the end
of Act I.
The Wheel
© Vinda Karandikar
Someone is about to come but doesn't. Is about
to turn on the stairs but doesn't.
Breitmann As An Uhlan. I. The Vision.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod!
Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth?
Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain,
Trowin dead light on eart acain:-
The ribs and terrors in the whale
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all Gods sun-lit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.
Star
© Lola Ridge
Last night
I watched a star fall like a great pearl into the sea,
Till my ego expanding encompassed sea and star,
Containing both as in a trembling cup.
Making a Fist
© Naomi Shihab Nye
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
The Lowlands Of Flanders
© Katharine Tynan
THE night that I was married
Our Captain came to me:
Rise up, rise up, new-married man
And come at once with me.
Sire
© William Stanley Merwin
Here comes the shadow not looking where it is going,
And the whole night will fall; it is time.
Here comes the little wind which the hour
Drags with it everywhere like an empty wagon through leaves.
Here comes my ignorance shuffling after them
Asking them what they are doing.
Ballade Of Aucassin
© Andrew Lang
Prince, 'tis a melancholy lay!
For youth, for love we both regret.
How fair they seem, how far away,
With Aucassin and Nicolette!
