All Poems
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Failures in Infinitives
© Bernadette Mayer
why am i doing this? Failure
to keep my work in order so as
Detroit, Tomorrow
© Philip Levine
Newspaper says the boy killed by someone,
don’t say who. I know the mother, waking,
gets up as usual, washes her face
in cold water, and starts the coffee pot.
Music For The Dying
© Robert Fuller Murray
Ye who will help me in my dying pain,
Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.
Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
And I shall die at peace.
When de Co'n Pone's Hot
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dey is times in life when Nature
Seems to slip a cog an' go,
A Complaint
© William Wordsworth
A well of love-it may be deep-
I trust it is,-and never dry:
What matter? if the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
-Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
Black Vesper Pageants
© Madison Julius Cawein
The day, all fierce with carmine, turns
An Indian face towards Earth and dies;
The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns
Its ashes under smouldering skies,
Athwart whose bowl one red cloud streams,
Strange as a shape some Aztec dreams.
For That He Looked Not upon Her
© George Gascoigne
You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low,
The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around
© Robert Bly
The drum says that the night we die will be a long night.
It says the children have time to play. Tell the grownups
They can pull the curtains around the bed tonight.
Hope
© Emily Jane Brontë
Hope was but a timid friend-
She sat without my grated den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as selfish-hearted men.
The Country Clown
© John Trumbull
Bred in distant woods, the clown
Brings all his country airs to town;
Song Of The Orphan
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I am no one and never will be anyone,
for I am far too small to claim to be;
not even later.
A Madame D. G. de G.
© Victor Marie Hugo
Jadis je vous disais : -- Vivez, régnez, Madame !
Le salon vous attend ! le succès vous réclame !
To You, Remembering the Past
© Christopher Morley
WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came,
I used to strike a match, and hold the flame
Before your picture and rould breathless mark
The answering glimmer of the tiny spark
That brought to life the magic of your eyes,
Their wistful tenderness, their glad surprise.
A Parody
© Charles Lamb
Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep;
The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.
