All Poems
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Cherry White
© Dorothy Parker
I never see that prettiest thing-
A cherry bough gone white with Spring-
But what I think, "How gay 'twould be
To hang me from a flowering tree."
Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die
© James Whitcomb Riley
Lawzy! don't I rickollect
That-'air old swing in the lane!
Sepulchral
© Rudyard Kipling
Swifter than aught 'neath the sun the car of Simonides moved
him.
Two things he could not out-run-Death and a Woman who
loved him.
Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'd From Stella
© Sir Philip Sidney
When I was forc'd from Stella, ever dear
Stella, food of my thoughts, heart of my heart;
Stella, whose eyes make all my tempests clear,
By iron laws of duty to depart:
Sleep Peacefully - With original language version
© Alfonsina Storni
You said the word that enamours
My hearing. You already forgot. Good.
Sleep peacefully. Your face should
Be serene and beautiful at all hours.
To the Moon [Late Version]
© Charles Harpur
With musing mind I watch thee steal
Above those envious clouds that hid
Phyllis, Farewell
© Thomas Bateson
Phyllis, farewell, I may no longer live;
Yet if I die, fair Phyllis, I forgive.
I live too long; come, gentle death and end
My endless torment, or my grief amend.
Sonnet LVIII: None Other Fame
© Samuel Daniel
None other fame mine unambitious Muse
Affected ever but t'eternize thee;
Tis Hard
© Augusta Davies Webster
'Tis hard. We are young still but more content;
'Tis our ripe flush, the heyday of our prime;
We learn full breath, how rich of the air we are!
But suddenly we note a touch of time,
A little fleck that scarcely seems to mar;
And we know then that some time since youth went.
Christmas In Heaven
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
HOW hushed they were in Heaven that night,
How lightly all the angels went,
How dumb the singing spheres beneath
Their many-candled tent!
The Landing
© Padraic Colum
THE great ship lantern-girdled.
The tender standing by;
The waning stars cloud-shrouded,
The land that we descry!
To A Poet
© Alice Meynell
Thou who singest through the earth,
All the earth's wild creatures fly thee,
Everywhere thou marrest mirth.
Dumbly they defy thee.
There is something they deny thee.
At Toledo
© Arthur Symons
The little Stones chuckle among the fields:
We are so small: God will not think of us;
The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment
© John Keats
At length her constant eyelids come
Upon the fervent martyrdom;
Then lastly to his holy shrine,
Exalt amid the tapers' shine
At Venice,--
The Columbiad: Book V
© Joel Barlow
Sage Franklin next arose with cheerful mien,
And smiled unruffled o'er the solemn scene;
His locks of age a various wreath embraced,
Palm of all arts that e'er a mortal graced;
Beneath him lay the sceptre kings had borne,
And the tame thunder from the tempest torn.
Ah! Sunflower
© William Blake
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
For A Sad Lady
© Dorothy Parker
And let her loves, when she is dead,
Write this above her bones:
"No more she lives to give us bread
Who asked her only stones."
Spring
© Lola Ridge
A spring wind on the Bowery,
Blowing the fluff of night shelters
Off bedraggled garments,
And agitating the gutters, that eject little spirals of vapor
Like lewd growths.
