All Poems
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Jump Rope
© Connie Wanek
There is menace
in its relentless course, round and round,
describing an ellipsoid,
an airy prison in which a young girl
is incarcerated.
Eliza
© Erasmus Darwin
Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,
O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;
Daisies
© Connie Wanek
In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?
A Dead Baby
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LITTLE soul, for such brief space that entered
In this little body straight and chilly,
Little life that fluttered and departed,
Like a moth from an unopened lily,
Little being, without name or nation,
Where is now thy place among creation?
After Us
© Connie Wanek
I don't know if we're in the beginning
or in the final stage.
-- Tomas Tranströmer
Coloring Book
© Connie Wanek
Each picture is heartbreakingly banal,
a kitten and a ball of yarn,
a dog and bone.
The paper is cheap, easily torn.
When Age Comes On
© James Whitcomb Riley
Just as of old! The world rolls on and on;
The day dies into night--night into dawn--
Dawn into dusk--through centuries untold.--
Just as of old.
Listen, Lord: A Prayer
© James Weldon Johnson
O Lord, we come this morning
Knee-bowed and body-bent
Before Thy throne of grace.
O Lord--this morning--
To A Baby.
© Robert Crawford
I.
Two hands that hold the world in fee,
So tender, yet so bold:
Whatever life has now for me,
Lift Every Voice and Sing
© James Weldon Johnson
Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
Go Down, Death
© James Weldon Johnson
And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest.
Je prendrai par la main les deux petits enfants
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je prendrai par la main les deux petits enfants ;
J'aime les bois où sont les chevreuils et les faons,
Où les cerfs tachetés suivent les biches blanches
Et se dressent dans l'ombre effrayés par les branches ;
Lullaby
© Fenny Sterenborg
Softly lie down
and close your eyes so blue
worry no more
for tonight I'll watch over you
Songs of the Voices of Birds: The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart
© Jean Ingelow
When in a May-day hush
Chanteth the Missel-thrush
The harp o’ the heart makes answer with murmurous stirs;
When Robin-redbreast sings,
We think on budding springs,
And Culvers when they coo are love’s remembrancers.
The Milkman
© Christopher Morley
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs,
You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his horses hoofs;
You hear the bottles clinking, and then he drives away:
You yawn in bed, turn over, and begin another day!
Noises
© Fenny Sterenborg
I woke up this morning
with the city's noises
fusing into my dream
A pride of lions
A Song of the Lilac
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Above the wall that's broken,
And from the coppice thinned,
