All Poems
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The Familist's Hymn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Father! to Thy suffering poor
Strength and grace and faith impart,
Wild Strawberries
© Robert Graves
Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
In Broken Images
© Robert Graves
He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Night Burial In The Forest
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Lay him down where the fern is thick and fair.
Fain was he for life, here lies he low:
With the blood washed clean from his brow and his beautiful hair,
Lay him here in the dell where the orchids grow.
On Giving
© Robert Graves
Those who dare give nothing
Are left with less than nothing;
Dear heart, you give me everything,
Which leaves you more than everything-
Though those who dare give nothing
Might judge it left you less than nothing.
Christmas At The Round Table
© John Hookham Frere
The great King Arthur made a royal feast,
And held his Royal Christmas at Carlisle,
Symptoms of Love
© Robert Graves
Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.
The Naked And The Nude
© Robert Graves
For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Open Windows
© Sara Teasdale
OUT of the window a sea of green trees
Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer,
They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!"
But I cannot answer.
The Recluse
© Wang Wei
Every way the emerald trees shadows.
Each days green moss free of dust.
Wild-haired, stretch-legged, he sits
By the high pine with half-open eyes.
Give Me Back My Rags #4
© Vasko Popa
Get out of my walled infinity
Of the star circle round my heart
Of my mouthful of sun
Lost
© Alfred Austin
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass,
Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise!
To Hear Her Sing
© James Whitcomb Riley
To hear her sing--to hear her sing--
It is to hear the birds of Spring
In dewy groves on blooming sprays
Pour out their blithest roundelays.
Far Within Us #4
© Vasko Popa
Green gloves rustle
On the avenue's branchesThe evening carries us under its arm
By a path which leaves no traceThe rain falls on its knees
Before the fugitive windowsThe yards come out of their gates
Far Within Us #7
© Vasko Popa
Toothed eyes fly
Over still watersAround us purple lips
Flutter from branchesScreams hit the blue
And fall onto pillowsOur homes hide
Far Within Us #2
© Vasko Popa
A shudder on the ocean of tea in the cup
Rust taking hold
On the edges of our laughter
A snake coiled in the depths of the mirror
