All Poems
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Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground,
Uncertain whither from myself to fly,
Abraham Lincoln
© Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln,
His hand and pen:
He will be good but
God knows When.
Bathed and Washed
© Li Po
"Bathed in fragrance,
do not brush your hat;
Washed in perfume,
do not shake your coat:
Either
© Sukasah Syahdan
if you are young and bright
at one and twenty, go to a:if you are old and gray
at one and sixty, see b:a)
scorn these lines,
Content
© Madison Julius Cawein
When I behold how some pursue
Fame, that is care's embodiment,
Or fortune, whose false face looks true,--
A humble home with sweet content
Is all I ask for me and you.
Efficiency
© Sukasah Syahdan
Some say the taxes we paid
through the nose
were spent on weapons
that would send us to the grave.
Today, realizing the old way is inefficient,
they have made us kill each other.
Youth
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHY linger round the sunken wrecks
Where old Armadas found their graves?
How Much More Blood?
© Sukasah Syahdan
How much more blood
must the people suffer
before they come to a halt
with this horror of power?
Mister William
© William Schwenck Gilbert
OH, listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM, if you please,
Whom naughty, naughty judges sent away beyond the seas.
He forged a party's will, which caused anxiety and strife,
Resulting in his getting penal servitude for life.
Quatrain on a Jar of Pickles
© Sukasah Syahdan
after that fleeting summer
in your overjoyed heart,
haunt years to endure
a love with all doors shut
Reticence
© Peter McArthur
WE may not babble unto alien ears
The truth revealed, nor show to heedless eyes
Skizonoid
© Sukasah Syahdan
as old zagreb lies there
on the wait for a young friend driving,
i question myself, "Do you love nausea?";
seeing can't be this punishing
On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet, Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one d
© Anne Bradstreet
No sooner come, but gone, and fal'n asleep,
Acquaintance short, yet parting caus'd us weep,
Phizzog
© Sukasah Syahdan
standing in front of a mirror
you recall it said:
to hinge upon time is self-delusion
tomorrows and days after,
longevity or ephemeron
are mere matters of illusion
Skating
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I CHASED the maid with rapid feet,
Where ice and sunbeam quiver;
But still beyond me, shyly fleet,
She flashed far down the river.
Budapest Museum of Fine Arts:
© Sukasah Syahdan
this is to compliment those
who have made us petrified
and conjured up evidence of our sufferings
into what they call a tourist's attraction
Threnody For A Poet
© Bliss William Carman
Not in the ancient abbey,
Nor in the city ground,
Not in the lonely mountains,
Nor in the blue profound,
Lay him to rest when his time is come
And the smiling mortal lips are dumb;
A Solitary Chestnut
© Sukasah Syahdan
a solitary chestnut,
bold in the cold,
hibernating under
a gigantic white sheet
