All Poems
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Aphrodite Metropolis (2)
© Kenneth Fearing
Harry loves Myrtle—He has strong arms, from the warehouse,
And on Sunday when they take the bus to emerald meadows he doesn't say:
Empire
© Laura Riding Jackson
He wore a little spiraled hat and wrote a song
that everyone sang. He lived on the mountainside
Unspelled
© Margaret Widdemer
THE world of dream is shattered; hill and tree
And wingéd music and enchanted lawn;
For someone signed the cross, and suddenly
Our faëryland was gone:
Street Musicians
© John Ashbery
One died, and the soul was wrenched out
Of the other in life, who, walking the streets
All My Heart Is Stirring Lightly
© Mathilde Blind
All my heart is stirring lightly
Like dim violets winter-bound,
Quickening as they feel the brightly
Glowing sunlight underground.
There Is
© Louis Simpson
Look! From my window there’s a view
of city streets
where only lives as dry as tortoises
can crawl—the Gallapagos of desire.
Runner McGee: (Who Had "Return if Possible" Orders)
© Edgar Albert Guest
YOU'VE heard a good deal of the telephone wires,"
He said as we sat at our ease,
Flounder
© Natasha Trethewey
Here, she said, put this on your head.
She handed me a hat.
You ’bout as white as your dad,
and you gone stay like that.
Incorrect Speaking
© Charles Lamb
Incorrectness in your speech
Carefully avoid, my Anna;
Study well the sense of each
Sentence, lest in any manner
It misrepresent the truth;
Veracity's the charm of youth.
December 30
© Jack Gilbert
At 1:03 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
Sonnet XX: "A womans face with natures own hand painted"
© William Shakespeare
A womans face with natures own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
The Played-Out Humorist
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh happy was that humorist - the first that made a pun at all -
Who when a joke occurred to him, however poor and mean,
Was absolutely certain that it never had been done at all -
How popular at dinners must that humorist have been!
The Troubadour. Canto 1
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is a light step passing by
Like the distant sound of music's sigh;
It is that fair and gentle child,
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled,
Like sunlight on a stormy day,
His almost sullenness away.
Literary
© Kenneth Fearing
I sing of simple people and the hardier virtues, by Associated Stuffed Shirts & Company, Incorporated, 358 West 42d Street, New York, brochure enclosed
of Christ on the Cross, by a visitor to Calvary, first class
art deals with eternal, not current verities, revised from last week's Sunday supplement
guess what we mean, in The Literary System, and a thousand noble answers to a thousand empty questions, by a patriot who needs the dough.
To A Child Dancing In The Wind
© William Butler Yeats
DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
Roses And Sunshine
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rough is the road I am journeying now,
Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;
Falling Asleep over the Aeneid
© Robert Lowell
An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince.
The sun is blue and scarlet on my page,
The Mathematician in Love
© William John Macquorn Rankine
A mathematician fell madly in love
With a lady, young, handsome, and charming:
By angles and ratios harmonic he strove
Her curves and proportions all faultless to prove.
As he scrawled hieroglyphics alarming.
