All Poems
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Erichthon
© André Marie de Chénier
Le Lapithe, hardi dans ses jeux turbulents,
Le premier, des coursiers osa presser les flancs.
Sous lui, dans un long cercle achevant leur carrière,
Ils surent aux liens livrer leur tête altière,
Blanchir un frein d'écume, et, légers, bondissants,
Agiter, mesurer leurs pas retentissants.
The Fourth Shepherd
© Joyce Kilmer
O Whiteness, whiter than the fleece
Of new-washed sheep on April sod!
O Breath of Life, O Prince of Peace,
O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God!
Delicatessen
© Joyce Kilmer
Why is that wanton gossip Fame
So dumb about this man's affairs?
Why do we titter at his name
Who come to buy his curious wares?
The Linden Avenue
© Boris Pasternak
A house of unimagined beauty
Is set in parkland, cool and dark;
Gates with an arch; then meadows, hillocks,
And oats and woods beyond the park.
Poets
© Joyce Kilmer
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring
© Joyce Kilmer
(For Kenton)An iron hand has stilled the throats
That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee
And dammed the flood of silver notes
That drenched the world in melody.
Lines For A Prologue
© Archibald MacLeish
These alternate nights and days, these seasons
Somehow fail to convince me. It seems
I have the sense of infinity!
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II:
© Ellis Parker Butler
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures
The cruelty of P. L. Brown
(He had ten toes as good as mine)
Was known to every one in town,
And, if he never harmed a noun,
He loved to make verbs shriek and whine.
Martin
© Joyce Kilmer
When I am tired of earnest men,
Intense and keen and sharp and clever,
Pursuing fame with brush or pen
Or counting metal disks forever,
Lady, The Fates Command
© Thibaut de Champagne
Lady, the fates command, and I must go,--
Leaving the pleasant land so dear to me:
The Cathedral of Rheims
© Joyce Kilmer
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren)He who walks through the meadows of Champagne
At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear,
Sees it draw near
Like some great mountain set upon the plain,
The Apartment House
© Joyce Kilmer
Severe against the pleasant arc of sky
The great stone box is cruelly displayed.
The street becomes more dreary from its shade,
And vagrant breezes touch its walls and die.
Songs of the Spring Days
© George MacDonald
A gentle wind, of western birth
On some far summer sea,
Wakes daisies in the wintry earth,
Wakes hopes in wintry me.
St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
© Joyce Kilmer
We who beg for bread as we daily tread
Country lane and city street,
Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway
To the saint with the vagrant feet.
Minstrel's Book - Discord
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHEN by the brook his strain
Cupid is fluting,
In Memory of Rupert Brooke
© Joyce Kilmer
In alien earth, across a troubled sea,
His body lies that was so fair and young.
His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung;
His arm is still, that struck to make men free.
To A Fish
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,
What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?
How do ye vary your vile days and nights?
How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles
In ceaseless wash? Still naught but gapes and bites,
And drinks and stares, diversified with boggles?
The Annunciation
© Joyce Kilmer
(For Helen Parry Eden)"Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith.
Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed;
She has a Bridegroom Who may not be named,
Her mortal flesh bears Him Who conquers death.
Pre-Existence
© Frances Darwin Cornford
I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
