All Poems
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An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley
© Jupiter Hammon
I
O come you pious youth! adore
The wisdom of thy God,
In bringing thee from distant shore,
To learn His holy word.
Eccles. xii.
Passage over Water
© Robert Duncan
We have gone out in boats upon the sea at night,
lost, and the vast waters close traps of fear about us.
The boats are driven apart, and we are alone at last
under the incalculable sky, listless, diseased with stars.
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
© William Butler Yeats
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
Atlantic Oil
© Cesare Pavese
The drunk mechanic is happy to be in the ditch.
From the tavern, five minutes through the dark field
Ode V: On Love Of Praise
© Mark Akenside
I.
Of all the springs within the mind
Which prompt her steps in fortune's maze,
From none more pleasing aid we find
Than from the genuine love of praise.
Believe, Believe
© Bob Kaufman
Believe in this. Young apple seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young breast,
Sonnet 109: "O! never say that I was false of heart,..."
© William Shakespeare
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify,
Song (Wintah, summah, snow er shine)
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Wintah, summah, snow er shine,
Hit's all de same to me,
Ef only I kin call you mine,
An' keep you by my knee.
The Lesson of Grief
© George Meredith
Not ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
Accordant chimes.
Trollius and trellises
© Charles Bukowski
I won’t blame him for getting
out
and hope he sends me photos of his
Rose Lane, his
Gardenia Avenue.
Brock
© Paul Muldoon
Small wonder
he’s not been sighted all winter;
this old brock’s
been to Normandy and back
To a Greek Marble
© William Langland
Pótuia, pótuia
White grave goddess,
Pity my sadness,
O silence of Paros.
Poem Beginning with a Line by Milosz
© Laura Riding Jackson
“The most beautiful bodies are like transparent glass.”
They are bodies of the selfless or of those newly
Sonnet 24: Rich Fools There Be
© Sir Philip Sidney
Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart
Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow:
And damning their own selves to Tantal's smart,
Wealth breeding want, more blist more wretched grow.
Hopes And Memories
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OUR hopes in youth are like those roseate shadows
Cast by the sunlight on the dewy grass
When first the fair morn opes her sapphire eyes;
They seem gigantic and yet graceful shades,
On The Eve
© Bert Leston Taylor
Now fare they forth to battle,
And none for peace shall sue;
And ye who sneer and cavil --
They fight your battle, too.
Scoff if you will, but stand aside,
For there is work to do.
