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Over The Eyes Of Gladness
© James Whitcomb Riley
"The voice of One hath spoken,
And the bended reed is bruised--
The golden bowl is broken,
And the silver cord is loosed."
Old Woman in a Housecoat by Georgiana Cohen: American Life in Poetry #14 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laure
© Ted Kooser
Often everyday experiences provide poets with inspiration. Here Georgiana Cohen observes a woman looking out her window and compares the woman to the sunset. The woman's "slumped" chin, the fence that separates them, and the "beached" cars set the poem's tone; this is clearly not a celebration of the neighborhood. Yet by turning to clouds, sky, and breath, Cohen underscores the scene's fragile grace.
Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.
© Jonathan Swift
Dear honest Ned is in the gout,
Lies rack'd with pain, and you without:
How patiently you hear him groan!
How glad the case is not your own!
The Slave-Auction--A Fact
© Anonymous
Why stands she near the auction stand,
That girl so young and fair;
What brings her to this dismal place,
Why stands she weeping there?
Dream Song 324
© John Berryman
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground:
Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound
constantly, for so many years:
your high-jinks delighted the continents & our ears:
you had so many girls your life was a triumph
and you loved your one wife.
Hezekiah
© Thomas Parnell
From the bleak Beach and broad expanse of sea,
To lofty Salem, Thought direct thy way;
Mount thy light chariot, move along the plains,
And end thy flight where Hezekiah reigns.
Of The Father's Love Begotten
© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius
Of the Fathers love begotten, ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see, evermore and evermore!
Iseult Of Brittany
© Dorothy Parker
So delicate my hands, and long,
They might have been my pride.
And there were those to make them song
Who for their touch had died.
Sonnet 131: "Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,..."
© William Shakespeare
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
A Masque Of Shadows
© Arthur Symons
Poor helpless Shadow of Deceit,
The shadow of no magic flower,
I End you, Helen, in the Street
This unanointed sacred, hour:
Here where the dust of trodden feet
Desecrates the street.
Sonnet XXI: Love Sweetness
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall
About thy face; her sweet hands round thy head
Not All The Singers Of A Thousand Years
© Lord Alfred Douglas
And did you ask who signed the plea with you?
Fools! It was signed already with the sign
Of great dead men, of God-like Socrates,
Shakespeare and Plato and the Florentine
Who conquered form. And all your pretty crew
Once, and once only, might have stood with these.
Franciscae Meae Laudes (Praises of My Francesca)
© Charles Baudelaire
Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.
Book Ninth [Residence in France]
© William Wordsworth
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
The Clearing Of The Land
© Larry Levis
The trees went up the hill
And over it.
Then the dry grasses of the pasture were
Only a kind of blonde light
Rhoecus
© James Russell Lowell
God sends his teachers unto every age,
To every clime, and every race of men,
