All Poems
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Prelude
© John Millington Synge
Still south I went and west and south again,
Through Wicklow from the morning till the night,
And far from cities, and the sights of men,
Lived with the sunshine, and the moon's delight.
To the Mother of a Dead Marine
© Marilyn L. Taylor
Your boy once touched me, yes. I knew you knew
when your wet, reddened gaze drilled into me,
groped through my clothes for signs, some residue
of himsome lusciousness of mine that he
The Broken Heart
© William Barnes
News o' grief had overteaken
Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken;
There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven,
While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven,
Again
© Marilyn L. Taylor
The children are back, the children are back
Theyve come to take refuge, exhale and unpack;
The marriage has faltered, the job has gone bad,
Come open the door for them, Mother and Dad.
Reverie, with Fries
© Marilyn L. Taylor
Straight-spined girlyes, you of the glinting earrings,
amber skin and sinuous hair: what happened?
youve no business lunching with sticky children
here at McDonalds.
Book Of Contemplation - Firdusi
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the while.
Subject to Change
© Marilyn L. Taylor
They are so beautiful, and so very young
they seem almost to glitter with perfection,
these creatures that I briefly move among.
For Lucy, Who Came First
© Marilyn L. Taylor
She simply settled down in one piece right where she was,
in the sand of a long-vanished lake edge or stream--and died.
Donald C. Johanson, paleoanthropologist
The Ring And The Book - Chapter VIII - Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis
© Robert Browning
(Virgil, now, should not be too difficult
To Cinoncino,say the early books . . .
Pen, truce to further gambols! Poscimur!)
The Geniuses Among Us
© Marilyn L. Taylor
They take us by surprise, these tall perennials
that jut like hollyhocks above the canopy
of all the rest of usbright testimonials
to the scale of human possibility.
Laureate
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DEATH met a little child who cried
For a bright star which earth denied,
And Death, so sympathetic, kissed it,
Saying: "With me
All bright things be!"--
And only the child's mother missed it.
The Blue Water Buffalo
© Marilyn L. Taylor
One in 250 Cambodians, or 40,000 people,
have lost a limb to a landmine.
Newsfront, U.N. Development Programme Communications Office
The Country House
© Amy Lowell
Did the door move, or was it always ajar?
The gladioli on the table are pale mauve.
I smell pale mauve and blue,
Blue soft like bruisesputridoozing
The air oozes bluemauve
And the door with the black line where it does not shut!
Reading the Obituaries
© Marilyn L. Taylor
Now the Barbaras have begun to die,
trailing their older sisters to the grave,
the Helens, Margies, Nanswho said goodbye
just days ago, it seems, taking their leave
Subsidy
© George MacDonald
If thou wouldst live the Truth in very deed,
Thou hast thy joy, but thou hast more of pain.
A Wreath To The Fish
© Nancy Willard
Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth,
flat on my drainboard, dead asleep,
its suit of mail proof only against the stream?
What is it to live in a stream,
A Love Letter to Her Husband
© Anne Bradstreet
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone,
The silent night's the fittest time for moan;
The Belltower
© Diane di Prima
the weighing is done in autumn
and the sifting
what is to be threshed
is threshed in autumn
what is to be gathered is taken
The State Of Age
© George Meredith
Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor claim nor beg
Honours from aught about thee. Light the young.
