All Poems
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Madrigal #2.
© Robert Crawford
Because our life is brief
Let us laugh!
Because for joy and grief
We may quaff
The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow
© William Ernest Henley
The wan sun westers, faint and slow;
The eastern distance glimmers gray;
The Cheval-Glass
© Thomas Hardy
Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass
Filling up your narrow room?
You never preen or plume,
Or look in a week at your full-length figure -
Picture of bachelor gloom!
The First Swallow
© Charlotte Turner Smith
The gorse is yellow on the heath,
The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,
The oaks are budding, and, beneath,
The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath,
The silver wreath, of May.
"If I am to know how to restrain your hands"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,
If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,
I must wait for daybreak in the dense acropolis.
How I hate those ancient weeping timbers .
The Egyptian Lotus (In an Artificial Pond)
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile,
'Tis strange to see thee on our western wave,
Far from those sandy shores that mile on mile,
Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave.
The Triumph Of Charis
© Benjamin Jonson
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
The Prairie States
© Walt Whitman
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude,
Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,
Finisterre
© Sylvia Plath
This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing. Black
Lexington
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping,
Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun,
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
Wasted
© Kingsley Amis
Why should that memory cling
Now the children are all grown up,
And the house - a different house -
Is warm at any season?
The Seven Sages
© William Butler Yeats
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke
In Grattan's house.
In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
© Rabindranath Tagore
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.
The Railroad
© Elizabeth Daryush
Along the iron rails
Plod still with panting power,
Range still the empty trails
Hour after hour;
Birds' Nests
© Edward Thomas
he summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.
The Great Conch Train Robbery
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
'Twas sunset down in old Key West
The locals all were high.
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
© Jean Toomer
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
