All Poems
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An Antique
© Madison Julius Cawein
Mildewed and gray the marble stairs
Rise from their balustraded urns
To where a chiseled satyr glares
From a luxuriant bed of ferns;
Letters From A Man In Solitary
© Nazim Hikmet
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I carved your name on my watchband
with my fingernail.
Where I am, you know,
To A Sleeping Maid
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor reproach
Those pulsing limbs for this hostility
A Spring Piece Left In The Middle
© Nazim Hikmet
Taut, thick fingers punch
the teeth of my typewriter.
Three words are down on paper
in capitals:
Twenty-Fourth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,
Nor e'en the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?
Don Quixote
© Nazim Hikmet
The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.
It's This Way
© Nazim Hikmet
It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.
Sonnet LXIX
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at the same place, on seeing a Seaman return
who had been imprisoned at Rochfort.
CLOUDS, gold and purple, o'er the western ray
Threw a bright veil, and catching lights between,
The Door of Hope
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The president has thus disclosed
In words his noblest plan:
"The door of hope shall not be closed
Upon the Negro man.
The Strangest Creature On Earth
© Nazim Hikmet
You're like a scorpion, my brother,
you live in cowardly darkness
like a scorpion.
You're like a sparrow, my brother,
She Of The Garden
© Emile Verhaeren
In such a spot, with radiant flowers for halo,
I saw the Guardian Angel sit her down;
Vine-branches fashioned a green shrine above her
And sun-flowers rose behind her like a crown.
Lion In An Iron Cage
© Nazim Hikmet
The shadow of my brother on the wall of the dungeon
moves
up and down
up and down.
The Red Sunsets I, 1883
© Mathilde Blind
And lo, three factory hands begrimed with soot,
Aflame with the red splendour, marvelling stand,
And gaze with lifted faces awed and mute.
Starved of earth's beauty by Man's grudging hand,
O toilers, robbed of labour's golden fruit,
Ye, too, may feast in Nature's fairyland.
Hope A-Left Behind
© William Barnes
Don't try to win a maïden's heart,
To leäve her in her love,--'tis wrong:
Hymn To Life
© Nazim Hikmet
The hair falling on your forehead
suddenly lifted.
Suddenly something stirred on the ground.
The trees are whispering
in the dark.
Your bare arms will be cold.
Aspirations Of The Soul After God
© William Cowper
My Spouse! in whose presence I live,
Sole object of all my desires,
Things I Didn't Know I Loved
© Nazim Hikmet
I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love
