All Poems
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The House Of Dust: {Complete}
© Conrad Aiken
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
The Way To Arcady
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
OH, what's the way to Arcady,
To Arcady, To Arcady;
Oh, what's the way to Arcady,
Where all the leaves are merry?
The Trumpets
© Sam Walter Foss
The trumpets were calling me over the hill,
And I was a boy and knew nothing of men;
But they filled all the vale with their clangorous trill,
And flooded the gloom of the glen.
Escopolamine
© Catherine Pozzi
Le vin qui coule dans ma veine
A noyé mon cur et l'entraîne
Et je naviguerai le ciel
À bord d'un cur sans capitaine
Où l'oubli fond comme du miel.
La Rueda Del Hambriento
© Cesar Vallejo
POR entre mis propios dientes salgo humeando,
dando voces, pujando,
bajándome los pantalones...
Váca mi estómago, váca mi yeyuno,
la miseria me saca por entre mis propios dientes,
cogido con un palito por el puño de la camisa.
The Merry Window
© Francis Scarfe
Yearning for her coal once heaved in the seam
for her the sewers shrieked their way through London
and pigeons ate each other in the air.
For The Centennial Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAR friends, we are strangers; we never before
Have suspected what love to each other we bore;
But each of us all to his neighbor is dear,
Whose heart has a throb for our time-honored pier.
A Poor Scholar Of The 'Forties
© Padraic Colum
MY eyelids red and heavy arc
With bending o'er the smold'ring peat.
Anhelli - Chapter 3
© Juliusz Slowacki
And lo, once on a time at night the Shaman waked Anhelli,
saying to him : "Sleep not, but come with me,
for there are mighty matters in the wilderness."
The Healers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In a vision of the night I saw them,
In the battles of the night.
'Mid the roar and the reeling shadows of blood
They were moving like light,
The Winner
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, "Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
Yeah, he's a winner."
Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God
© John Donne
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest,
My Soul, this wholesome meditation,
Introductory Verses
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,
Climb the wild mountain's airy brow;
Sonnet XI
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Like to a ship that storms urge on its course,
By its own trials our soul is surer made.
Senorita
© Madison Julius Cawein
An agate-black, your roguish eyes
Claim no proud lineage of the skies,
No starry blue; but of good earth
The reckless witchery and mirth.
Good Books
© Edgar Albert Guest
Good books are friendly things to own.
If you are busy they will wait.
Sir Middel
© George Borrow
So tightly was Swanelil lacing her vest,
That forth spouted milk, from each lily-white breast;
Glenara
© Thomas Campbell
O, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,
Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?
'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear;
And her sire and her people are called to her bier.
