All Poems
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False Alarm
© Boris Pasternak
From early morning-nonsense
With tubs and troughs and strain,
With dampness in the evening
And sunsets in the rain.
Hawaiian
© Padraic Colum
SANDALWOOD, you say, and in your thoughts it chimes
With Tyre and Solomon; to me it rhymes
With places bare upon Pacific mountains,
With spaces empty in the minds of men.
When I Behold The Lark
© Bernard de Ventadorn
When I behold the lark upspring
To meet the bright sun joyfully,
Night in Camp
© Herbert Bashford
FIERCE burns our fire of driftwood; overhead
Gaunt maples lift arms against the night;
A Long Bough
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep
so shall I sleep.
The fruit has fallen; and what do I care
for my root and stock?
Come And Play In The Garden
© Ann Taylor
LITTLE sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.
Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows
© Sylvia Plath
There, spring lambs jam the sheepfold. In air
Stilled, silvered as water in a glass
Nothing is big or far.
The small shrew chitters from its wilderness
Lac Souci
© William Henry Drummond
Talk about lakes! deres none dat lies in
Laurentide mountain or near de sea,
The Fiddle And The Crowd
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the day was at its middle,
Tired of limb and slow of pace,
Came a fiddler with his fiddle
To a crowded market place;
Song. For a Temperance Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
For a Temperance dinner to which ladies were
Invited (new York Mercantile library Association,
November, 1842)
How Do You Tackle Your Work?
© Edgar Albert Guest
How do you tackle your work each day?
Are you scared of the job you find?
Written In A Young Lady's Album
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed,
Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;
Hyperion's Song Of Destiny
© Friedrich Hölderlin
Holy spirits, you walk up there
in the light, on soft earth.
The Soldier's Dream
© Thomas Campbell
Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
The Sea And The Man
© Anna Swirszczynska
You will not tame this sea
either by humility or rapture.
But you can laugh
in its face.
The Pink Carnation
© Henry Lawson
I may walk until Im fainting, I may write until Im blinded,
I might drink until my back teeth are afloat,
But I cant forget my ruin and the happy days behind it,
When I wore a pink carnation in my coat.
Sonnet XXXVIII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE.
WHEN welcome slumber sets my spirit free,
Forth to fictitious happiness it flies,
And where Elysian bowers of bliss arise,
