All Poems
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Which Shall It Be
© Ethel Lynn Eliot Beers
Pale, patient Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace;
``No, for a thousand crowns, not him,''
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
The Thing
© William Carlos Williams
Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
not for me nor for
April Is The Saddest Month
© William Carlos Williams
There they were
stuck
dog and bitch
halving the compass
Values
© Edith Nesbit
Did you deceive me? Did I trust
A heart of fire to a heart of dust?
What matter? Since once the world was fair,
And you gave me the rose of the world to wear.
The Widow's Lament In Springtime
© William Carlos Williams
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
The Ivy Crown
© William Carlos Williams
The whole process is a lie,
unless,
crowned by excess,
It break forcefully,
Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus
© William Carlos Williams
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
To A Vain Lady
© George Gordon Byron
Ah! heedless girl! why thus disclose
What ne'er was meant for other ears:
Why thus destroy thine own repose
And dig the source of future tears?
Sonnet XIV. On The Religious Memory Of Mrs. Catharine Thomson, My Christian Friend, Deceas'd 16 Dece
© John Milton
When Faith and Love which parted from thee never,
Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load
Of Death, call'd Life; which us from Life doth sever
Love Song
© William Carlos Williams
I lie here thinking of you:the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
The Princess (part 2)
© Alfred Tennyson
At break of day the College Portress came:
She brought us Academic silks, in hue
A Sort Of A Song
© William Carlos Williams
Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
A Patriot
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's funny when a feller wants to do his little bit,
And wants to wear a uniform and lug a soldier's kit,
And ain't afraid of submarines nor mines that fill the sea,
They will not let him go along to fight for liberty
They make him stay at home and be his mother's darling pet,
But you can bet there'll come a time when they will want me yet.
The Dance
© William Carlos Williams
In Breughel's great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, they go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
Spring And All
© William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeasta cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
The Black Wallflower
© Frances Anne Kemble
Lo! with the dawn the black buds open'd slowly;
Within each cup a colour deep and holy,
As sacrificial blood, glow'd rich and red,
And through the velvet tissue mantling spread;
While in the midst of this dark crimson heat
A precious golden heart did throb and beat;
Transition
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
A little while to walk with thee, dear child;
To lean on thee my weak and weary head;
Then evening comes: the winter sky is wild,
The leafless trees are black, the leaves long dead.
The Red Wheelbarrow
© William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upona red wheel
barrowglazed with rain
waterbeside the white
The Deserted Lover
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I go through wet spring woods alone,
Through sweet green woods with heart of stone,
