All Poems
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Light Hearted Author
© William Carlos Williams
And coldly the birch leaves are opening one by one.
Coldly I observe them and wait for the end.
And it ends.
The Defective Record
© William Carlos Williams
Cut the bank for the fill.
Dump sand
pumped out of the river
into the old swale
Parnell's Funeral
© William Butler Yeats
The rest I pass, one sentence I unsay.
Had de Valera eaten parnell's heart
No loose-lipped demagogue had won the day.
No civil rancour torn the land apart.
The Soughing Wind
© William Carlos Williams
Some leaves hang late, some fall
before the first frostso goes
the tale of winter branches and old bones.
Symphonic Studies (After Schumann)
© Emma Lazarus
Prelude
Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July
The Late Singer
© William Carlos Williams
Here it is spring again
and I still a young man!
I am late at my singing.
The sparrow with the black rain on his breast
One Day
© Rupert Brooke
So lightly I played with those dark memories,
Just as a child, beneath the summer skies,
Plays hour by hour with a strange shining stone,
For which (he knows not) towns were fire of old,
And love has been betrayed, and murder done,
And great kings turned to a little bitter mould.
Approach Of Winter
© William Carlos Williams
The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
Light Hearted William
© William Carlos Williams
Into the room he drew
his head again and laughed
to himself quietly
twirling his green moustaches.
The Ohio Falls
© Madison Julius Cawein
On, on they come, a beautiful, mad troop!
On, on, along the sandy banks that fling
Red pebble-freckled arms far out to stay
The riotous waves that ride and hurl along
In casque and shield and wind their wat'ry horns.
Overture To A Dance Of Locomotives
© William Carlos Williams
Men with picked voices chant the names
of cities in a huge gallery: promises
that pull through descending stairways
to a deep rumbling.
The Magic Mulligan
© Arthur Chapman
A rider from the Two-Bar come with news from off the range:
He said he's seen a dust cloud that looked almighty strange,
The Uses Of Poetry
© William Carlos Williams
I've fond anticipation of a day
O'erfilled with pure diversion presently,
For I must read a lady poesy
The while we glide by many a leafy bay,
Muier
© William Carlos Williams
Oh, black Persian cat!
Was not your life
already cursed with offspring?
We took you for rest to that old
Ode To Dragon
© Hannah More
Dragon! since lyrics are the mode,
To thee I dedicate my Ode,
And reason good I plead:
Are those who cannot write, to blame
To draw their hopes of future fame,
From those who cannot read?
Blizzard
© William Carlos Williams
Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down
the blizzard
He Had So Much Work To Do
© Henry Lawson
Jim was trucking for a sawmill to make money for the home,
He was making, out of Mudgee, for the family to come,
And a load-chain snapped the switch-bar, and Black Anderson found Jim,
In the morning, in a creek-bed, with a log on top of him.
To A Friend Concerning Several Ladies
© William Carlos Williams
And in the marshes
the crickets run
on the sunny dike's top and
make burrows there, the water
reflects the reeds and the reeds
move on their stalks and rattle drily.
