All Poems
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Comrades An Episode
© Robert Nichols
The silent sun over the earth held sway,
Occasional rifles cracked, and far away
A heedless speck, a 'plane, slid on alone
Like a fly traversing a cliff of stone.
America To Russia
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THOUGH watery deserts hold apart
The worlds of East and West,
Still beats the selfsame human heart
In each proud Nation's breast.
"Today they made a bonfire"
© Lesbia Harford
Today they made a bonfire
Close to the cherry tree
And smoke like incense drifted
Through the white tracery.
The Barbarous Chief
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There was a kingdom known as the Mind,
A kingdom vast as fair,
The Secret
© Christopher Morley
IT was the House of Quietness
To which I came at dusk;
The garth was lit with roses
And heavy with their musk.
"The Laughing Hours Before Her Feet"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The laughing Hours before her feet,
Are scattering spring-time roses,
The Rain
© Zbigniew Herbert
When my older brother
came back from war
he had on his forehead a little silver star
and under the star
an abyss
Fleas Interest Me So Much
© Pablo Neruda
Fleas interest me so much
that I let them bite me for hours.
They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,
machines that admit of no appeal.
Song of the Son
© Jean Toomer
Pour O pour that parting soul in song
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night
The Poet And The Baby
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,--
How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,--
When a-toddling on the floor
Is the muse he must adore,
And this muse he loves, not wisely, but too well?
Hearts Chill Between
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I did not chide him, though I knew
That he was false to me.
Chide the exhaling of the dew,
The ebbing of the sea,
The fading of a rosy hue,
But not inconstancy.
Suffer Little Children, And Forbid Them Not, To Come Unto Me
© Charles Lamb
To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented
Their children-what fears and what hopes they must feel!
When this the disciples would fain have prevented,
Our Saviour reproved their unseasonable zeal.
The Legend Of St. Sophia Of Kioff
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A worthy priest he was and a stout
You've seldom looked on such a one;
For, though he fasted thrice in a week,
Yet nevertheless his skin was sleek;
His waist it spanned two yards about
And he weighed a score of stone.
The Cobweb
© Raymond Carver
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
The One Before The Last
© Rupert Brooke
I dreamt I was in love again
With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
Of that innocent young past.
Christmas in the year of the War
© Katharine Tynan
The stem, the branch quickeneth
With sap, this year of Death.
The Basset-Table : An Eclogue
© Alexander Pope
Cardelia.
The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;
Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?
Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you:
