All Poems
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Brother, I’ve seen some
© Kabir
This verse, says Kabir,
Is your key to the universe.
If you can figure it out.
The Death Of The Pauper Child
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Hush, mourning mother, wan and pale!
No sobsno grieving now:
Psalm 58
© Christopher Smart
Ye congregation of the tribes,
On justice do you set your mind;
And are ye free from guile and bribes
Ye judges of mankind?
The Nightingale Of Flanders
© Grace Hazard Conkling
THE nightingales of Flanders,
They had not gone to war;
A soldier heard them singing
Where they had sung before.
Medusa
© Sylvia Plath
Dragging their Jesus hair.
Did I escape, I wonder?
My mind winds to you
Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable,
Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous
repair.
My Soul
© Stevie Smith
Oh feed to the golden fish his egg
Where he floats in his captive bowl,
To the cat his kind from the womb born blind,
And to the Lord my soul.
God Bless America
© John Fuller
When they confess that they have lost the penial bone and outer space is
Once again a numinous void, when they’re kept out of Other Places,
And Dr Fieser falls asleep at last and dreams of unburnt faces,
When gold medals are won by the ton for forgetting about the different races,
God Bless America.
On the Easter Illumination of St. Peter's at Rome
© Charles Harpur
Four thousand lamps of gold and silver light
Suspended round the mighty dome, and o er
Spring Snow
© William Matthews
Here comes the powdered milk I drank
as a child, and the money it saved.
Here come the papers I delivered,
the spotted dog in heat that followed me home
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 30
© Alfred Tennyson
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
The Boy’s Answer to the Blackmoor
© Henry King
Black maid, complain not that I fly,
When Fate commands antipathy:
Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nor travels my meand'ring eye
The starry wilderness on high;
Nor now with curious sight
I mark the glow-worm as I pass,
Move with 'green radiance' thro' the grass,
An emerald of light.
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
© William Butler Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
In the Naked Bed, in Plato’s Cave
© Delmore Schwartz
In the naked bed, in Plato’s cave,
Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall,
Harvest
© William Matthews
A few rats are gnawing
along the floor of the silo,
but what are a few rats
against this tower of food?
It takes 75,000 crocus blossoms
to make a pound of saffron.
Long Island Sound
© Emma Lazarus
I see it as it looked one afternoon
In August,— by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.
I Can't Stay In The Same Room With That Woman For Five Minutes
© Charles Bukowski
I went over the other day
to pick up my daughter.
A Celebration of Charis: I. His Excuse for Loving
© Benjamin Jonson
Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
