All Poems
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Sephestia's Lullaby
© Robert Greene
WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee.
The Oven Bird
© Robert Frost
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
The Spring Running
© Rudyard Kipling
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!
He that was our Brother goes away.
Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle-
Answer, who can turn him-who shall stay?
Provide, Provide
© Robert Frost
The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
Eavesdropping
© Katharine Lee Bates
THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
Christmas Trees
© Robert Frost
(A Christmas Circular Letter)
THE CITY had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of snow not come to lie
The Breaking Point
© Stephen Vincent Benet
And I began to think . . .
Ah, well,
What matter how I slipped and fell?
Or you, you gutter-searcher say!
Tell where you found me yesterday!
A Minor Bird
© Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.And of course there must be something wrong
The Ingrate
© John Crowe Ransom
BY night we looked across my field,
The tasseled corn was fine to see,
The Aim was Song
© Robert Frost
Before man came to blow it right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught.
1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year
© Henry Timrod
Art thou not glad to close
Thy wearied eyes, O saddest child of Time,
Eyes which have looked on every mortal crime,
And swept the piteous round of mortal woes?
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
© Robert Frost
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are
The Struggle
© Hristo Botev
In sorrow youth passes, in sorrows and pains,
Angrily boils the blood in the veins;
Lowering brows - the mind cannot see,
Is it good or evil that is to be.
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep
© Robert Frost
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
A Farewell
© Alfred Tennyson
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
In Hardwood Groves
© Robert Frost
The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather glove.
50-50
© Langston Hughes
Im all alone in this world, she said,
Aint got nobody to share my bed,
Aint got nobody to hold my hand
The truth of the matters
I aint got no man.
An Old Man's Winter Night
© Robert Frost
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
If I Were Santa Claus
© Edgar Albert Guest
IF only I were Santa Claus I 'd travel east and west
To every hovel where there lies a little child at rest;
