All Poems
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Owl Against Robin
© Sidney Lanier
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him
Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him
Wrongly of slumber, rudely of rest.
"From the north, from the east, from the south and the west,
Italy
© Aldous Huxley
Oh, the imperishable things
That hands and lips as well as words
Shall speak! Oh movement of white wings,
Oh wheeling galaxies of birds ...!
Our Hills
© Sidney Lanier
Dear Mother-Earth
Of Titan birth,
Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I
Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain and dry
To drink my mother's-milk so near the sky.
El Minuto Cobarde
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
En estos hiperbólicos minutos
en que la vida sube por mi pecho
como una marea de tributos
onerosos, la plétora de vida
se resuelve en renuncia capital
y en miedo se liquida.
Opposition
© Sidney Lanier
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain no more; for these, O heart,
Direct the random of the will
As rhymes direct the rage of art.
On Accidentally Meeting A Lady Now No More
© William Lisle Bowles
When last we parted, thou wert young and fair--
How beautiful let fond remembrance say!
On Violet's Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill
© Sidney Lanier
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white
As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize,
As if before young Violet's dreaming eyes
Still blazed the two great Theban bucklers bright
On Huntingdon's "Miranda"
© Sidney Lanier
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him kneeling at thy feet.
But, -- guerdon rich for favor rare!
The wind hath all thy holy hair
Crow's Nerve Fails
© Ted Hughes
Who murdered all these?
These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood
Till he is visibly black?
On A Palmetto
© Sidney Lanier
Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands
His wandy circlet with his bladed bands
Dividing every wind, or loud or light,
The Forest Sanctuary - Part I.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
I.
The voices of my home!-I hear them still!
Ode To The Johns Hopkins University
© Sidney Lanier
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our youngest Alma Mater modest stands!
Fast Forward
© Ken Smith
in back of this a story a man with his face with his name
exile emigrant refugee displaced person outsider offcomerdon stranger suspect
the terms interchangeable politically undesireable
a story of a man who leaves his country
Nirvana
© Sidney Lanier
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies,
Through seas of solitudes and vacancies,
And through my Self, the deepest of the seas,
I strive to thee, Nirvana.
Epigrams
© Edwin Markham
For all your days prepare,
And meet them ever alike:
When you are the anvil, bear--
When you are the hammer, Strike.
Nilsson
© Sidney Lanier
A rose of perfect red, embossed
With silver sheens of crystal frost,
Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost.
Napoleon
© George Meredith
Alive in marble, she conceived in soul,
With barren eyes and mouth, the mother's loss;
The bolt from her abandoned heaven sped;
The snowy army rolling knoll on knoll
Beyond horizon, under no blest Cross:
By the vulture dotted and engarlanded.
Night And Day
© Sidney Lanier
The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
-- Put out the light, said he.
"Ah! Where Is Palafox? Nor Tongue Nor Pen"
© William Wordsworth
AH! where is Palafox? Nor tongue no pen
Reports of him, his dwelling or his grave!
Night
© Sidney Lanier
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day.
Each rules a half of earth with different sway,
Exchanging kingdoms, East and West, alway.
