All Poems

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Thumbs

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).

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A Song : On The Green Margin

© William Cowper

On the green margin of the brook,
Despairing Phyllida reclined,
Whilst every sigh, and every look,
Declared the anguish of her mind.

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The Trial

© Zbigniew Herbert

in the first row sat an old fat woman
dressed up as my mother with a theatrical gesture she raised
a handkerchief to her dirty eyes but didn't cry
it must have lasted a long time I don't know even how long  
the red blood of the sunset was rising in the gowns of the judges

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Olney Hymn 15: Praise For The Fountain Opened

© William Cowper

There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

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A Death Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.
 An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
 I kin hyeah it as it go
Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'."

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April

© John Crowe Ransom

SAVOR of love is thick on the April air,

  The blunted boughs dispose their lacy bloom,

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"To Plato's dictum"

© Lesbia Harford

To Plato's dictum
Assent she lends.
All things in common
We hold, as friends.

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¡Torres de Dios Poetas! (With English Translation)

© Rubén Dario

Torres de Dios Poetas!
Pararrayos celestes,
que resistís las duras tempestades,
como crestas escuetas,
como picos agrestes,
rompeolas de las eternidades!

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The White Ship Henry I. Of England.—25th November 1120

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

By none but me can the tale be told,

The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.

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Lovesong

© Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him.

His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to

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The Curate To His Slippers

© Horace Smith

Take, oh take those boots away,

  That so nearly are outworn;

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The Champion

© Edith Nesbit

Young and a conqueror, once on a day,
Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.

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Keep To The Right

© Edgar Albert Guest

KEEP to the right is the rule of the road,

Keep to the right as you travel along,

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Daphne

© Henry Kendall

Daphne! Ladon's daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light,

Take thy thoughts of fairest texture, weave them into words of white -

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Undesired Revenge

© Robert Fuller Murray

Sorrow and sin have worked their will

For years upon your sovereign face,

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About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter

© Charles Bukowski


he walks away
thinking about
it.

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Kinmont Willie

© Andrew Lang

O have ye na heard o the fause Sakelde?
O have ye na heard o the keen Lord Scroop?
How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,
On Hairibee to hang him up?

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Nursing

© Charles Lamb

O hush, my little baby brother;
 Sleep, my love, upon my knee.
What though, dear child, we've lost our mother;
 That can never trouble thee.

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Alter-Ego

© Cesare Pavese

From morning till evening he saw the tattoo

on his silky chest: a russet woman,

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1940

© Bertolt Brecht

My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?

What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces