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LXXXIII: Spring
© Alfred Tennyson
Dip down upon the northern shore,
O sweet new-year, delaying long;
Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,
Delaying long, delay no more.
The Woods Shake In An Ague-Fit
© Mathilde Blind
The woods shake in an ague-fit,
The mad wind rocks the pine,
From sea to sea the white gulls flit
Into the roaring brine.
A Bear Story
© Edgar Albert Guest
There was a bear - his name was Jim,
An' children weren't askeered of him,
From the Plane by Anne Marie Macari : American Life in Poetry #211 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
Some of you are so accustomed to flying that you no longer sit by the windows. But I'd guess that at one time you gazed down, after dark, and looked at the lights below you with innocent wonder. This poem by Anne Marie Macari of New Jersey perfectly captures the gauziness of those lights as well as the loneliness that often accompanies travel.
From the Plane
Thy Better Self
© Jones Very
I AM thy other self, what thou wilt be,
When thou art I, the one seest now;
Voyage
© Samuel Menashe
Water opens without end
At the bow of the ship
Rising to descend
Away from it
Five Visions of Captain Cook
© Kenneth Slessor
Two chronometers the captain had,
One by Arnold that ran like mad,
One by Kendal in a walnut case,
Poor devoted creature with a hangdog face.
Say not the Struggle nought Availeth
© Arthur Hugh Clough
Say not the struggle nought availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.
I Care Not for These Ladies
© Thomas Campion
I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed:
Sonnet II. On A Discovery Made Too Late
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thou bleedest, my poor heart! and thy distress
Reas'ning I ponder with a scornful smile
And probe thy sore wound sternly, tho' the while
Swollen be mine eye and dim with heaviness.
On the Term of Exile
© Bertolt Brecht
No need to drive a nail into the wall
To hang your hat on;
When you come in, just drop it on the chair
No guest has sat on.
Epilogue: To A Mother
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
On seeing her smile repeated in her daughter's eyes
"Wreck" and "rise above"
© Hugo Williams
Because of the first, the fear of wreck,
which they taught us to fear (though we learned
Interim
© Margaret Widdemer
I HAVE a little peace today,
And I can pause and see
How life is filled with golden things
And gracious things for me;
the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck
© Charles Bukowski
I suppose so.
I was living in an attic in Philadelphia
Song. "When the sun rises where will you be"
© Frances Anne Kemble
When the sun rises where will you be
Wandering, sweetheart of mine?
Immortality
© Matthew Arnold
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
