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Dairy Ode

© James McIntyre

Our muse it doth refuse to sing
Of cheese made early in the spring,
When cows give milk from spring fodder
You cannot make a good cheddar.

People Getting Divorced

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

People getting divorced

riding around with their clothes in the car

Wreaths

© Geoffrey Hill

This poem originally appeared in the May 1957 issue of Poetry. See it in its original context.

Italy : 39. The Fountain

© Samuel Rogers

It was a well
Of whitest marble, white as from the quarry;
And richly wrought with many a high relief,
Greek sculpture -- in some earlier day perhaps

"Weep You No More, Sad Fountains"

© Pierre Reverdy

Weep you no more, sad fountains;

What need you flow so fast?

By The Potomac

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The soft new grass is creeping o'er the graves

By the Potomac; and the crisp ground-flower

'39'

© Henry Lawson

Then heres the living Forties!
The Forties! The Forties!
Then heres the living Forties!
Were good for ten years more.

Fragment 8: Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.

Ode To Maize

© Pablo Neruda

But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.

Lawyer and Child

© James Whitcomb Riley

How large was Alexander, father,
That parties designate
The historic gentleman as rather
Inordinately great?

September, 1918

© Amy Lowell

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;

The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;

Thanatopsis

© William Cullen Bryant

To him who in the love of Nature holds

Communion with her visible forms, she speaks

Gratitudeis not the mention

© Emily Dickinson

Gratitudeis not the mention
Of a Tenderness,
But its still appreciation
Out of Plumb of Speech.

from Odes, Book Three, 15

© Horace

I

A Tower of Brass, one would have said,

Though I follow a trail to north or south,
Though I travel east or west,
There's a little house on a quiet road
That my hidden heart loves best;
And when my journeys are over and done,
'Tis there I will go to rest.

Baseball’s Sad Lexicon

© Edwin Morgan

These are the saddest of possible words:

“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”

Of Coarse Fools

Vile, scolding words do irritate,
Good manners thereby will abate
If sow-bell's rung from morn to late.

© John Clare

I hid my love when young till I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;

To Hester On The Stair

Hester, creature of my love,
What is this? You love not me?
On the stair you stand above,
Looking down distrustfully