All Poems
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The Digging Skeleton
© Charles Baudelaire
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In the anatomical plates
displayed on the dusty quays
where many a dry book sleeps
Holy Sonnets: Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear
© John Donne
Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.
What! is it she which on the other shore
El Celaje
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
¿A dónde fuiste, amor; a dónde fuiste?
Se extinguió en el poniente el manso fuego,
y tú que me decías: "Hasta luego,
volveré por la noche"… ¡No volviste!
A Terror is More Certain . . .
© Bob Kaufman
A terror is more certain than all the rare desirable popular songs I
know, than even now when all of my myths have become . . . , & walk
around in black shiny galoshes & carry dirty laundry to & fro, & read
great books & don’t know criminals intimately, & publish fat books of
One Woman's History
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
"The maiden free, the maiden wed.
Can never, never be the same,
A new life springs from out the dead.
And with the speaking of a name-
A breath upon the marriage bed,
She finds herself a something new.
The Broken Fountain
© Amy Lowell
Oblong, its jutted ends rounding into circles,
The old sunken basin lies with its flat, marble lip
The Dwellers Within
© George MacDonald
Down a warm alley, early in the year,
Among the woods, with all the sunshine in
The Quarrel
© Linda Pastan
If there were a monument
to silence, it would not be
the tree whose leaves
murmur continuously
among themselves;
The Nails
© William Stanley Merwin
I gave you sorrow to hang on your wall
Like a calendar in one color.
How Spring Comes To Shasta Jim
© Henry Van Dyke
I never seen no "red gods"; I dunno wot's a "lure";
But if it's sumpin' takin', then Spring has got it sure;
An' it doesn't need no Kiplins, ner yet no London Jacks,
To make up guff about it, w'ile settin' in their shacks.
In The Garden V: A Summer Moon
© Edward Dowden
QUEEN-MOON of this enchanted summer night,
One virgin slave companioning thee,-I lie
Stupid Meditation on Peace
© Robert Pinsky
Insomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove,
Symbol not only of Peace but sexual
Love, the couple nestled and brooding.
An Old Song
© Madison Julius Cawein
It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one
With a vagabond foot that follows!
Nights on Planet Earth
© Louis Zukofsky
Heaven was originally precisely that: the starry sky, dating back to the earliest Egyptian texts, which include magic spells that enable the soul to be sewn in the body of the great mother, Nut, literally "night," like the seed of a plant, which is also a jewel and a star. The Greek Elysian fields derive from the same celestial topography: the Egyptian "Field of Rushes," the eastern stars at dawn where the soul goes to be purified. That there is another, mirror world, a world of light, and that this world is simply the skyand a step further, the breath of the sky, the weather, the very airis a formative belief of great antiquity that has continued to the present day with the godhead becoming brightness itself: dios/theos (Greek); deus/divine/diana (Latin); devas (Sanskrit); daha (Arabic); day (English).
Susan Brind Morrow, Wolves and Honey
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Australia To England
© John Farrell
What of the years of Englishmen?
What have they brought of growth and grace
An Essay on Criticism: Part 1
© Alexander Pope
But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a critic's noble name,
Be sure your self and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
'Angutivaun Taina'
© Rudyard Kipling
Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal-the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
