All Poems

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You Begin

© Margaret Atwood

Outside the window
is the rain, green
because it is summer, and beyond that
the trees and then the world,
which is round and has only
the colors of these nine crayons.

Maungatua

© Alexander Bathgate

The spirits' mountain, such the name
The early Maori gave:
Where's his forgotten grave?
We know not; but thou'rt still the same
Gloomy and dread Maungatua.

Night Poem

© Margaret Atwood

There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain

Spelling

© Margaret Atwood

My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.

This Is A Photograph Of Me

© Margaret Atwood

It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

Siren Song

© Margaret Atwood

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:

The Netherlands (fragment)

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;-

Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood

You Fit Into Me

© Margaret Atwood

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye

Alfs Twelfth Bit

© Ezra Pound

Sez the Times a silver lining
Is what has set us pining,
Montague, Montague!

With Penne, Inke, And Paper To A Distressed Friend

© William Strode

Here is paper, pen, and inke,
That your heart and seale may sinke
Into such markes as may expresse
A Soule much blest in heavinesse.

The White Flag

© John Hay

I sent my love two roses, - one
As white as driven snow,
And one a blushing royal red,
A flaming Jacqueminot.

When Orpheus Sweetly Did Complayne

© William Strode

When Orpheus sweetly did complayne
Upon his lute with heavy strayne
How his Euridice was slayne,
The trees to heare
Obtayn'd an eare,
And after left it off againe.

My Portion is Defeattoday

© Emily Dickinson

My Portion is Defeattoday
A paler luck than Victory
Less Paeansfewer Bells
The Drums don't follow Mewith tunes
Defeata somewhat slowermeans
More Arduous than Balls

Upon The Sherrifs Beere

The Sheriffe of Oxford late is grown so wise
As to repreive his Beere till next assize:
Alas! twas not so quick, twas not so heady,
The Jury sate and found it dead already.