All Poems
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The River Cherwell
© William Lisle Bowles
Cherwell! how pleased along thy willowed edge
Erewhile I strayed, or when the morn began
The Other
© Anne Sexton
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke,
it waits.
Under my eyes, those milk bunnies,
it waits.
Sonnet 62: "Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye..."
© William Shakespeare
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
And all my soul, and all my every part;
The Play
© Anne Sexton
I am the only actor.
It is difficult for one woman
to act out a whole play.
The play is my life,
The Last Attack. To Klaus
© Zbigniew Herbert
Permit me to open by expressing joy and wonder
that we're marching at the head of our companies
in different uniforms under a different command
but with a single aimto survive
Earthworm
© Anne Sexton
Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep
you are reworking their soil, you have
a grocery store there down under the earth
and it is well stocked with broken wine bottles,
The Earth
© Anne Sexton
God loafs around heaven,
without a shape
but He would like to smoke His cigar
or bite His fingernails
and so forth.
Sonnet 154: "The little Love-god lying once asleep,..."
© William Shakespeare
The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Alone
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
There came to me softly a small wind from the sea.
And it lifted a curl as it passed by me.
But I sang sorrow and ho the heavy day!
And I sang heigho and well-away!
The Child Bearers
© Anne Sexton
Jean, death comes close to us all,
flapping its awful wings at us
and the gluey wings crawl up our nose.
Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs,
The Death King
© Anne Sexton
I hired a carpenter
to build my coffin
and last night I lay in it,
braced by a pillow,
The Dying Gipsy Smuggler
© Sir Walter Scott
Wasted, weary, wherefore stay,
Wrestling thus with earth and clay?
From the body pass away;-
Hark! the mass is singing.
It Is A Spring Afternoon
© Anne Sexton
Everything here is yellow and green.
Listen to its throat, its earthskin,
the bone dry voices of the peepers
as they throb like advertisements.
James Russell Lowell
© John Greenleaf Whittier
From purest wells of English undefiled
None deeper drank than he, the New World's child,
Attainment
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Do not miss the purpose of this life,
and do not wait for circumstance
to mold or change your fate.
In your own self lies destiny.
The Fury Of Hating Eyes
© Anne Sexton
I would like to bury
all the hating eyes
under the sand somewhere off
the North Atlantic and suffocate
Never Give All The Heart
© William Butler Yeats
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
