All Poems
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If a Daughter you have
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life,
No peace shall you know, tho' you've buried your wife,
At twenty she mocks at the duty you taught her,
O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.
Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy
© Thomas Lux
For some semitropical reason
when the rains fall
relentlessly they fall
Seals
© Gamaliel Bradford
I deliver a lecture
And pour out my soul,
Its full architecture,
All rounded and whole.
The Beach in August
© Weldon Kees
The day the fat woman
In the bright blue bathing suit
Walked into the water and died,
I thought about the human
Condition. Pieces of old fruit
Came in and were left by the tide.
"Here Is The Place Where Loveliness Keeps House"
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here is the place where Loveliness keeps house,
Between the river and the wooded hills,
In the Green Morning, Now, Once More
© Delmore Schwartz
In the green morning, before
Love was destiny,
The sun was king,
And God was famous.
On The Mountain
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE top of the world and an empty morning,
Mist sweeping in from the dim Outside,
The door of day just a little bit open--
The wind's great laugh as he flings it wide!
Their Bodies
© David Wagoner
They gave away the gift of those useful bodies
Against his wish. (They had their own ways
Of doing everything, always.) If you’re not certain
Which ones are theirs, be gentle to everybody.
Upon a Spider Catching a Fly
© Edward Taylor
Thou sorrow, venom Elfe:
Is this thy play,
To spin a web out of thyselfe
To Catch a Fly?
For Why?
from Paragraphs from a Day-Book (section 1 only)
© Marilyn Hacker
For Hayden Carruth
Thought thrusts up, homely as a hyacinth
The Sick Heart
© Arthur Symons
Sick heart, be at rest!
Is there nothing that I can do
To quiet your crying in my breast?
Will nothing comfort you?
Jealousy
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The myrtle bush grew shady
Down by the ford.
Is it even so? said my lady.
Even so! said my lord.
The leaves are set too thick together
For the point of a sword.
North Labrador
© Hart Crane
A land of leaning ice
Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,
Flings itself silently
Into eternity.
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
© André Breton
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
Sonnet LXXX. To The Invisible Moon
© Charlotte Turner Smith
DARK and conceal'd art thou, soft Evening's queen,
And Melancholy's votaries that delight
To watch thee, gliding through the blue serene,
Now vainly seek thee on the brow of night--
The Stringy-Bark Cockatoo
© Anonymous
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,
Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.
Roaming about the country, looking for some work to do,
I got a job of reaping off a stringy-bark cockatoo.
