All Poems
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Whiteness I Remember
© Sylvia Plath
Whiteness being what I remember
About Sam: whiteness and the great run
He gave me. I've gone nowhere since but
Going's been tame deviation. White,
A Shadow of the Night
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn
In troubled dreams I went from land to land,
The Rabbi's Song
© Rudyard Kipling
"The House Surgeon"--Actions and Reactions 2 Samuel XIV. 14.
If Thought can reach to Heaven,
On Heaven let it dwell,
For fear the Thought be given
One With Nature
© George MacDonald
I have a fellowship with every shade
Of changing nature: with the tempest hour
The Quesion
© Rudyard Kipling
Brethren, how shall it fare with me
When the war is laid aside,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom a world has died?
Aubade
© Philip Larkin
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
The Queen's Men
© Rudyard Kipling
They did not stay to ask
What prize should crown their task--
Well sure that prize was such as no man strives for;
But passed into eclipse,
Her kiss upon their lips--
Even Belphoebe's, whom they gave their lives for!
Sonnet 153: "Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:..."
© William Shakespeare
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
The Puzzler
© Rudyard Kipling
The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo,
His mental processes are plain--one knows what he will do,
And can logically predicate his finish by his start;
But the English--ah, the English!--they are quite a race apart.
Lament For The Two Brothers Slain By Each Other's Hand
© Aeschylus
Now do our eyes behold
The tidings which were told:
Puck's Song
© Rudyard Kipling
See you the ferny ride that steals
Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar.
Angela Burdett-Coutts
© George Meredith
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.
Public Waste
© Rudyard Kipling
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass
That only a Colonel from Chatham can manage the Railways of State,
Because of the gold on his breeks, and the subjects wherein he must pass;
Because in all matters that deal not with Railways his knowledge is great.
Funeral Libation (At Gautiers Tomb)
© Stéphane Mallarme
To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,
Prophets at Home
© Rudyard Kipling
There's nothing Nineveh Town can give
(Nor being swallowed by whales between),
Makes up for the place where a man's folk live,
Which don't care nothing what he has been.
He might ha' been that, or he might ha' been this,
But they love and they hate him for what he is.
Taking leave of a friend
© Li Po
Blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;
Round the citys eastern side flows the white water.
The Press
© Rudyard Kipling
"The Village That Voted the Earth Was Flat"-- A Diversity of Creatures
The Soldier may forget his Sword,
The Sailorman the Sea,
The Mason may forget the Word
Sonnet XXXV: The Lamp's Shrine
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sometimes I fain would find in thee some fault,
That I might love thee still in spite of it:
Prelude
© Rudyard Kipling
I have eaten your bread and salt.
I have drunk your water and wine.
In deaths ye died I have watched beside,
And the lives ye led were mine.
