All Poems
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Thirty-Eight. To Mrs ____y
© Charlotte Turner Smith
In early youths unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate,
We gazed on youths enchanting spring,
Nor thought how quickly time would bring
The mournful period thirty-eight!
Impetuosity.
© Robert Crawford
His over-hot desire itself defeats,
And where mere prudence had attained, he fails
For lack of self-retention; as on ice
A ravening wolf, when his prey swerves, o'ershoots
The mark, and, floundering in his fury, slides
On the smooth floor.
Atlantis
© Hart Crane
Through the bound cable strands, the arching path
Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,
To the Harp
© Michael Drayton
That instrument ne'er heard
Struck by the skilful bard
It strongly to awake,
But it the Infernals seared
And made Olympus quake.
An Epiphany
© Ted Kooser
I have seen the Brown Recluse Spider
run with a net in her hand, or rather,
The Paleontologist’s Blind Date by Philip Memmer : American Life in Poetry #240 Ted Kooser, U.
© Ted Kooser
We haven’t shown you many poems in which the poet enters another person and speaks through him or her, but it is, of course, an effective and respected way of writing. Here Philip Memmer of Deansboro, N.Y., enters the persona of a young woman having an unpleasant experience with a blind date.
The Paleontologist’s Blind Date
Street Dog
© Amrita Pritam
It's really something from the past—
when you and I split up
without any regrets—
just one thing that I don't quite understand . . .
Miscegenation
© Natasha Trethewey
In 1965 my parents broke two laws of Mississippi;
they went to Ohio to marry, returned to Mississippi.
A Dream Lies Dead
© Dorothy Parker
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Prague
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Prague,
Who was suddenly seized with the Plague;
But they gave his some butter,
Which caused him to mutter,
And cured that Old Person of Prague.
Middle-Aged
© Ezra Pound
A STUDY IN AN EMOTION
"'Tis but a vague, invarious delight.
As gold that rains about some buried king.
The Panther
© Edwin Markham
The moon shears up on Tahoe now:
A panther leaps to a tamarack bough.
She crouches, hugging the crooked limb:
She hears the nearing steps of him
Who sent the little puff of smoke
That stretched her mate beneath the oak.
Dead Man’s Dump
© Isaac Rosenberg
The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.
Trade
© John Le Gay Brereton
It rushed upon them and it passed
Leaving a ghost of pain and fear
To haunt the ruin it had made.
But surely they have learnt at last?
What far faint murmur can we hear
Of frantic howling? Listen! . . . TRADE.
Old Love and New
© Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new,
It was ghostly waking
All night through.
