All Poems
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Unknown Shores
© Théophile Gautier
Okay, my starsick beauty! -
blue jeans and tilting breasts,
child of Canaverel -
where would you like to go?
The Farmer's Boy - Summer
© Robert Bloomfield
Here, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth,
NATURE herself invites the REAPERS forth;
Dares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth's rest,
And gives that ardour which in every breast
From infancy to age alike appears,
When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.
Song Of America
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And now, when poets are singing
Their songs of olden days,
And now, when the land is ringing
With sweet Centennial lays,
Clarence
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Clarence Lee from Tennessee
Loved the commercials he saw on TV.
He watched with wide believing eyes
And bought everything they advertised --
Hokku Poems in Four Seasons
© Yosa Buson
The year's first poem done,
with smug self confidence
a haikai poet.
To The Countess Of Exeter. Playing On The Lute
© Matthew Prior
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,
Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:
Ardella
© Langston Hughes
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
I'd Rather Be A Failure
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd rather be a failure than the man who's never tried;
I'd rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside.
Oh, let me hold some lofty dream and make my desperate fight,
And though I fail I still shall know I tried to serve the right.
From Faust - VI. Scene--A Garden
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Go, ask the wisest who on earth e'er trod,--
Their answer will appear to be
Given alone in mockery.
The Passionate Poet
© Frank Morton
I dearly long -- perhaps you've learned
The process, and will let me know it --
To stop a fierce and curdling wail
And muzzle a forsaken poet.
To A Sea Bird (Santa Cruz 1869)
© Francis Bret Harte
Sauntering hither on listless wings,
Careless vagabond of the sea,
Little thou heedest the surf that sings,
The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,-
Give me to keep thy company.
Summer Dawn.
© Robert Crawford
Come with thy feet to the water, and bathe
Thy beauty here in the stream that will not pass!
The soft green leaves with their shadows swathe
The either bank, and under the ferns and grass
SomeWork for Immortality
© Emily Dickinson
SomeWork for Immortality
The Chiefer part, for Time
HeCompensatesimmediately
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Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid
© William Wordsworth
THE EDITORS OF THE PHILOLOGICAL MUSEUM
BUT Cytherea, studious to invent
On The Flight Of Time
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Look not, Leuconoë, into the future;
Seek not to find what the answer may be;
Let no Chaldean clairvoyant compute your
Time of existence. . . . It irritates me!
Bottom's Dream.
© Robert Crawford
Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too,
Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed;
But all seems such a vision, none can say
(If aught's real) where reality begins.
