All Poems
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"When on the squares and in solitary silence"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
When on the squares and in solitary silence
We slowly go out of our minds,
Brutal winter will offer us
Cold and clear Rhine wine.
The Likeness
© William Henry Davies
When I came forth this morn I saw
Quite twenty cloudlets in the air;
And then I saw a flock of sheep,
Which told me how these clouds came there.
Had I a Heart for Falsehood Framed
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Had I a heart for falsehood framed,
I ne'er could injure you;
The Kingfisher
© William Henry Davies
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mothers name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
What Ma Said
© Edgar Albert Guest
When Pa came home last night he had a package in his hand,
Now Ma," said he, "I've something here which you will say is grand.
A friend of mine got home today from hunting in the woods,
He's been away a week or two, and got back with the goods.
He had a corking string of birds, I wish you could have seen 'em!"
"If you've brought any partridge home," said Ma, "you'll have to clean 'em."
The Hermit
© William Henry Davies
WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom
Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong;
Nor roar of thunder, when that travelling voice
Is caught by rocks that carry far along.
The Heap of Rags
© William Henry Davies
One night when I went down
Thames' side, in London Town,
A heap of rags saw I,
And sat me down close by.
The Soul's Complaint Against The Body. (From The Anglo-Saxon)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Much it behoveth
Each one of mortals,
The Hawk
© William Henry Davies
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
What is it that can keep thee set,
From falling to the ground?
The Double Ninth
© Mao Zedong
Man ages all too easily, not Nature;
Year by year the Double Ninth returns.
The Happy Child
© William Henry Davies
I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.I heard the packhounds in green park --
But no dog like the child heard bark.I heard this day bird after bird --
But not one like the child has heard.A hundred butterflies saw I --
The Flood
© William Henry Davies
I thought my true love slept;
Behind her chair I crept
And pulled out a long pin;
The golden flood came out,
She shook it all about,
With both our faces in.
The Example
© William Henry Davies
Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
The Dark Hour
© William Henry Davies
And now, when merry winds do blow,
And rain makes trees look fresh,
An overpowering staleness holds
This mortal flesh.
The Child and the Mariner
© William Henry Davies
A dear old couple my grandparents were,
And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven
The lamb that Jesus petted when a child;
Their faith was never draped by Doubt: to them
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Pleasure. Book II.
© Matthew Prior
My full design with vast expense achieved,
I came, beheld, admired, reflected, grieved:
I chid the folly of my thoughtless haste,
For, the work perfected, the joy was past.
The Boy
© William Henry Davies
Go, little boy,
Fill thee with joy;
For Time gives thee
Unlicensed hours,
To run in fields,
And roll in flowers.
The Dying Husband's Farewell
© Phineas Fletcher
I LEAVE them, now the trumpet calls away;
In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving;
The Bird of Paradise
© William Henry Davies
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold,
Takes any man to bed:
"You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said;
"You knew Nell Barnes -- she's dead.
The Best Friend
© William Henry Davies
Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.
