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My Hometown by Donal Heffernan : American Life in Poetry #276 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
I live in Nebraska, where we have a town named Homer. Such a humble, homely name and, as it happens, the poet Donal Heffernan is from Homer, and heres his hymn to the town and its history. Long live Homer. And while were celebrating Nebraska towns, lets throw in Edgar, too.
Kismet
© Jean Ingelow
Into the rock the road is cut full deep,
At its low ledges village children play,
From its high rifts fountains of leafage weep,
And silvery birches sway.
Cricket On The Hearth
© Norman Rowland Gale
When red-nosed Winter takes the road,
An icicle his walking-stick,
A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest
© Charles Harpur
Not a bird disturbs the air!
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods.
No Room For Hate
© Edgar Albert Guest
We have room for the man with an honest dream,
With his heart on fire and his eyes agleam;
We have room for the man with a purpose true,
Who comes to our shores to start life anew,
But we haven't an inch of space for him
Who comes to plot against life and limb.
Janvier est revenu. Ne crains rien, noble femme!
© Victor Marie Hugo
Janvier est revenu. Ne crains rien, noble femme !
Qu'importe l'an qui passe et ceux qui passeront !
Mon amour toujours jeune est en fleur dans mon âme ;
Ta beauté toujours jeune est en fleur sur ton front.
A Servian Legend
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the breath of life to him was given
The angels fell into a strife in heaven.
Spinster
© Sylvia Plath
Now this particular girl
During a ceremonious april walk
With her latest suitor
Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck
By the bird's irregular babel
And the leaves' litter.
An Elegy On Ben Jonson
© John Cleveland
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes,
And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause?
Continued
© George Meredith
How smiles he at a generation ranked
In gloomy noddings over life! They pass.
The Song Of Hiawatha VI: Hiawatha's Friends
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Two good friends had Hiawatha,
Singled out from all the others,
In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
© Thomas Parnell
In Biddy's Cheeks ye roses blow
In Cattys nose they rise
"The chalice was suspended in the air"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
The chalice was suspended in the air
Like the golden sun for a splendid moment.
Here only Greek should be heard:
To take the whole world in your hands, like a simple apple.
At One Again
© Jean Ingelow
Two angry men-in heat they sever,
And one goes home by a harvest field:-
"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;
I said and say it, I will not yield!
An EPITAPH On my dear and ever honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, who deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. a
© Anne Bradstreet
A worthy Matron of unspotted life,
A loving Mother and obedient wife,
Independence
© Charles Churchill
Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)
Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;
