All Poems
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Hands
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My wifes hands are long and thin,
Fit to catch a spirit in,
Fit to set a subtle snare
For something lighter than the air.
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
© William Wordsworth
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Well,it was two days after my husband died
Two days! And the earth still raw above him.
I have been tricked by flying too close
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I have been tricked by flying too close
to what I thought I loved.
The Red And White Rose
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE Red Rose bowed one golden summer's night,
The Red Rose bent, low whispering to the White,
"Thou pallid shadow of a beauteous flower,
Unchanged from purpling dawn to sunset hour;
A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Thus stand the LICTORS gazing on a Deed,
Which do's all humane Chastisements exceed;
Enfeebl'd seem their Instruments of smart,
When keener Words can swifter Ills impart.
The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed.
© James Brunton Stephens
HANDS off, old man!" the young man cried
They stood beside the Tweed,
Simulacra
© Ezra Pound
Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age
Walk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly?
Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coat
Crawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand?
Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville Street
Undeterred by the manifest age of my trappings?
To The True Patroness of all Poetry, Calliope
© Francis Beaumont
It is a statute in deep wisdom's lore,
That for his lines none should a patron chuse
The Sea
© Lewis Carroll
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the SEA.
Wisdom's Haunts
© Edgar Albert Guest
Way out in the woods there are brothers who read
By the light of a candle, in Greek,
Listen To The Mustn'ts
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Listen to Mustn'ts, child, listen to the Don'ts.
Listen to the Shouldn'ts, the Impossibles, the Won'ts.
Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.
Anything can happen, child, Anything can be.
AN ELEGY Upon Prince Henry's death.
© Henry King
Keep station Nature, and rest Heaven sure
On thy supporters shoulders, left past cure,
Thou dasht in ruine fall by a griefs weight
Will make thy basis shrink, and lay thy height
Dirge For Two Veterans
© Walt Whitman
THE last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
On the pavement here-and there beyond, it is looking,
Down a new-made double grave.
When Green Leaves Come again
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WHEN green leaves come again, my love,
When green leaves come again,--
Why put on such a cloudy face,
When green leaves come again?
To William Shelley. Thy Little Footsteps On The Sands
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy little footsteps on the sands
Of a remote and lonely shore;
The twinkling of thine infant hands,
Where now the worm will feed no more;
Thy mingled look of love and glee
When we returned to gaze on thee--
Kinsman
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines,
As sweetly shall the loved one rest,
As if beneath the whispering pines
And maple shadows of the West.
After-Life
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O BOON and curse in one this ceaseless need
Of looking still behind us and before!
Gift to the soul of eyes that cannot read
Life's open book of cabalistic lore;
Kenoza Lake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
As Adam did in Paradise,
To-day the primal right we claim
Fair mirror of the woods and skies,
We give to thee a name.
