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Youths End

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

I HAVE held my life too high,

Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.

Wants

© Edith Wharton

WE women want too many things;
And first we call for happiness, -
The careless boon the hour brings,
The smile, the song, and the caress.

Madrigal

© William Henry Drummond

LIKE the Idalian queen,

Her hair about her eyne,

The Meetings Of The Flowers

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

There is within this world of ours
Full many a happy home and hearth;
What time, the Saviour's blessed birth
Makes glad the gloom of wintry hours.

On Niobe (From The Greek)

© William Cowper

Charon! receive a family on board
Itself sufficient for thy crazy yawl,
Apollo and Diana, for a word
By me too proudly spoken, slew us all.

Sonnet IX

© Caroline Norton

TO THE COUNTESS HELÉNE ZAVADOWSKY.
WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
In Gothic Westminster's long-hallow'd walls,
The eye upon no lovelier sight look'd down

Song of the Crew of Diaz

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Where no sound was ever heard
But the ocean's hollow roar,
As it breaks, in foamy mountains,
Along the rugged shore:

The Last Ride Together (after Browning)

© James Kenneth Stephen

(From Her Point of View)

When I had firmly answered 'No',

On The Receipt Of A Hamper. (In The Manner Of Homer)

© William Cowper

The straw-stuffed hamper with its ruthless steel

He open'd, cutting sheer th' inserted cords

Geometry by Nancy Botkin: American Life in Poetry #117 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

We knew them only in summer when the air
passed through the screens. The neighbor girls
talked to us across the great divide: attic window
to attic window. We started with our names.
Our whispers wobbled along a tightrope,
and below was the rest of our lives.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright © 2006 by Nancy Botkin. Reprinted from âPoetry East,â? Spring, 2006, by permission of the author, whose full-length book of poems, âParts That Were Once Whole,â? is available from Mayapple Press, 2007. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

Ephesus

© John Newton

Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus,
And thus he speaks to some of us;
Amidst my churches, lo, I stand,
And hold the pastors in my hand.

Over the hills and far away

© Eugene Field

Over the hills and far away,

A little boy steals from his morning play

Love in a Mist

© Jessie Pope

[The most noteworthy characteristic of a wet summer

is the number of proposals made in the rain.]

Paraphrases From Scriptures.

Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should
not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea,
they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.

Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer of 1917)

© Harry Kemp

And while the fishers clung to planks and spars
And rode the huge backs of waves, we sat
Beneath a young night full of summer stars:
And we discussed of life this way and that
Until we felt, when we arose for bed,
That there was nothing left had not been said.

Silence. A Sonnet

© Henry King

Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb,
Sorrowes speak loud without a tongue:
And my perplexed thoughts forbear
To breath your selves in any ear:

Three Variants

When in front of you hangs the day with its
Smallest detail-fine or crude-
The intensely hot cracking squirrel-sounds
Do not cease in the resinous wood.

It is not that I love you nay! and yet
Had I a lover, he would have your eyes,
Your lips, and be in all like you. Sir, see
This is a rose the winds have harried. Oh!