All Poems
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Departure
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun,
And why is the garden so gay?
Cyclamen
© Robert Fuller Murray
I had a plant which would not thrive,
Although I watered it with care,
I could not save the blossoms fair,
Nor even keep the leaves alive.
The Cat That Walked by Himself
© Rudyard Kipling
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing,
Pussy can climb a tree,
Rubaiyat 05
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I put my arms around your waist,
A lovers embrace to taste.
From your resolve its obvious
All my efforts will go to waste.
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter
© Mathilde Blind
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,
This place how dull and desolate,
Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!
Who, through death, have unto God ascended!
Ye have arisen
From the cares which keep us still in prison.
Leaning Into The Afternoons
© Pablo Neruda
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
The Nation Builders
© George Essex Evans
A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent -
A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent -
The Hedger
© William Barnes
Upon the hedge theäse bank did bear,
Wi' lwonesome thought untwold in words,
Notes To A Neophyte
© Sylvia Plath
Take the general mumble,
blunt as the faceless gut
of an anonymous clam,
vernacular as the strut
of a slug or a small preamble
by snail under hump of home:
Tyranny.
© Sidney Lanier
"Spring-germs, spring-germs,
I charge you by your life, go back to death.
This glebe is sick, this wind is foul of breath.
Stay: feed the worms.
The Opossum-Hunters
© Henry Kendall
Twisted boughs shall tremble oer us, hollow woods shall moan before us,
And the torrents like a chorus down the gorges dark shall sing;
And the vines shall shake and shiver, and the startled grasses quiver,
Like the reeds beside a river in the gusty days of Spring;
While we forward haste delighted, through a region seldom lighted
Souls impatient, hearts excited like a wind upon the wing!
My Orchad In Linden Lea
© William Barnes
Ithin the woodlands, flowry gleaded,
By the woak trees mossy moot,
Le lis
© François Coppée
Hors du coffret de laque aux clous d'argent, parmi
Les fleurs du tapis jaune aux nuances calmées,
Le riche et lourd collier qu'agrafent deux camées,
Ruisselle et se répand sur la table à demi.
Advice To A Girl
© Sara Teasdale
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
To C.C.C.
© Robert Fuller Murray
Oh for the nights when we used to sit
In the firelight's glow or flicker,
With the gas turned low and our pipes all lit,
And the air fast growing thicker;
"A boat beneath a sunny sky"
© Lewis Carroll
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
