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Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God
© John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
As Adam, Early In The Morning
© Walt Whitman
AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep;
Behold me where I pass-hear my voice-approach,
Touch me-touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.
On Shakespeare. 1630
© Patrick Kavanagh
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pilèd stones,
When I Remember
© Sir Henry Newbolt
When I remember that the day will come
For this our love to quit his land of birth,
And bid farewell to all the ways of earth
With lips that must for evermore be dumb,
Eros
© John Hall Wheelock
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
Leto and Niobe
© Sappho
Before they were mothers
Leto and Niobe
had been the most
devoted of friends
The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Envoi
Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword
To see the sort of knights you dub-
Is that the last of them-O Lord
Will someone take me to a pub?
The Doubt of Future Foes
© Queen Elizabeth I
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
I Cannot Pay That Premium
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Beside a frugal table, though spotless clean and white,
A loving couple they did sit and all seemed pleasant, quite;
They did not have no servant the things away to take,
For he was but a broker who much money did not make.
The Banshee
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE Banshee cries on the rising wind
"O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!"
The dead to free and the quick to bind--
(Close fast the shutter and draw the blind!)
"O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!"
Epitaph
© Katherine Philips
On her Son H.P. at St. Syths Church where her body also lies interred
What on Earth deserves our trust?
There was an Old Man with a Beard
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.
The Song
© Roderic Quinn
I SANG of the sun on the waters,
And then of the wind in the wood;
And the people hearkened my singing
And said that the song was good.
In Time
© Gerald Stern
As far as clocks—and it is time to think of them—
I have one on my kitchen shelf and it is
Heart by Rick Campbell: American Life in Poetry #169 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
I remember being scared to death when, at about thirty years of age, I saw an x-ray of my skull. Seeing one's self as a skeleton, or receiving any kind of medical report, even when the news is good, can be unsettling. Suddenly, you're just another body, a clock waiting to stop. Here's a telling poem by Rick Campbell, who lives and teaches in Florida.
Heart
