All Poems
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Satire V
© John Donne
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
Whom any pity warmes; He which did lay
O Moon
© Mathilde Blind
O moon, large golden summer moon,
Hanging between the linden trees,
Which in the intermittent breeze
Beat with the rhythmic pulse of June!
Le Vampire (The Vampire)
© Charles Baudelaire
Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,
The Four Wishes
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Father! a youthful hero said, bending his lofty brow
On the world wide I must go forththen bless me, bless me, now!
And, ere I shall return oh say, what goal must I have won
What is the aim, the prize, that most thou wishest for thy son?
Twelve O'Clock - Fairy time
© William Shakespeare
Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light as bird from brier.
On The Last Epiphany (Or Christ Coming To Judgment)
© Thomas Chatterton
Behold! just coming from above,
The judge, with majesty and love!
Shakuntala Act VII (Final Act)
© Kalidasa
ACT VII
King Dushyant with Matali in the chariot of Indra (king of gods in heaven and also god of thunder), supposed to be above the clouds.
King Dushyant: I am sensible, O Matali, that, for having executed the commission which Indra gave me, I deserved not such a profusion of honours.
Questions
© Bertolt Brecht
Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?
Write me how you look! Is it still the same?
Write me what you're missing! Is it my arm?
Eight Years Old
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears,
Rise, let the time of year be May,
A Pastoral
© George Essex Evans
Nature feels the touch of noon;
Not a rustle stirs the grass;
Not a shadow flecks the sky,
Save the brown hawk hovering nigh;
Not a ripple dims the glass
Of the wide lagoon.
Drifting Away: A Fragment
© Charles Kingsley
Eversley, 1867.They drift away. Ah, God! they drift for ever.
I watch the stream sweep onward to the sea,
Like some old battered buoy upon a roaring river,
Round whom the tide-waifs hang-then drift to sea.
The Straying Sheep
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
O come, let us go and find them!
In the paths of death they roam.
At the close of the day 'twill be sweet to say:
"I have brought some lost one home."
Lord, Save Us, We Perish
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Pilot of the soul, awake,
Save us for thy mercies' sake;
Now rebuke the angry deep,
Save, O save thy sinking ship!
Ice, Eden
© Paul Celan
There is a Land thats Lost,
Moon waxes in its Reeds,
and all thats turned to frost
with us, burns there and sees.
Power
© George MacDonald
Power that is not of God, however great,
Is but the downward rushing and the glare
Prison Song
© Alan Dugan
The skin ripples over my body like moon-wooed water,
rearing to escape me. Where could it find another
Imitation Of Lines
© Helen Maria Williams
ADDRESSED BY M. D----, A YOUNG MAN OF TWENTY-
FOUR YEARS OF AGE, THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS
EXECUTION, TO A YOUNG LADY TO WHOM
HE WAS ENGAGED.--1794.
The Song
© Jones Very
When I would sing of crooked streams and fields,
On, on from me they stretch too far and wide,
The Ancient Blessing
© Hovhannes Toumanian
'Neath a hazel's green, gathered in a ring
Sat the men of age, who had known life's sting.
New Water by Sharon Chmielarz: American Life in Poetry #99 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
My maternal grandparents got their drinking water from a well in the yard, and my disabled uncle carried it sloshing to the house, one bucket of hard red water early every morning. I couldn't resist sharing this lovely little poem by Minnesota poet, Sharon Chmielarz.
