All Poems
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A Prayer in Spring
© Robert Frost
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
A Passing Glimpse
© Robert Frost
To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides'I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;
The Fall Of The Leaves
© Henry Van Dyke
I
In warlike pomp, with banners flowing,
The regiments of autumn stood:
I saw their gold and scarlet glowing
From every hillside, every wood.
To A Derelict
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O travelled far beyond unhappiness
Into a dreadful peace!
Why tarriest thou here? The street is bright
With noon; the music of the tidal sound
In a Disused Graveyard
© Robert Frost
The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The Bard's Incantation
© Sir Walter Scott
The Forest of Glenmore is drear,
It is all of black pine, and the dark oak-tree;
The Telephone
© Robert Frost
'When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
All still
What We Need by Jo McDougall: American Life in Poetry #55 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
A circus is an assemblage of illusions, and here Jo McDougall, a Kansas poet, shows us a couple of performers, drab and weary in their ordinary lives, away from the lights at the center of the ring.
What We Need
The Soldier
© Robert Frost
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
Home After Three Months Away
© Robert Lowell
Gone now the baby's nurse,
a lioness who ruled the roost
The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
© Robert Frost
The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.
Stars
© Robert Frost
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
A Time to Talk
© Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
My Heart's In The Highlands
© Robert Burns
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
A Question
© Robert Frost
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
The Silence
© Emile Verhaeren
Ever since ending of the summer weather.
When last the thunder and the lightning broke,
Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,
The Silence has not stirred, there in the heather.
The Sound of the Trees
© Robert Frost
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
The Door in the Dark
© Robert Frost
In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
