All Poems
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At Dawn
© Madison Julius Cawein
Far off I heard dark waters rush;
The sky was cold; the dawn broke green;
And wrapped in twilight and strange hush
The gray wind moaned between.
The Pre-Adamite World
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Who shall declare the glory of the World,
The natural World before Man's form was seen?
Fair stainless planet through the heavens hurled,
And clothed in garments of immortal green!
The Golden Boy
© Katharine Tynan
IN times of peace, so clean and bright,
And with a new-washed morning face,
He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,
The finished flower of all the race.
Preface to God's Determinations Touching His Elect
© Edward Taylor
Infinity, when all things it beheld
In Nothing, and of Nothing all did build,
Grey Sparrow Addresses The Mind's Ear
© Denise Levertov
In the Japanese tongue of the mind's eye one two syllable word tells of the fringe of rain clinging to the eaves and of the grey-green fronds of wild parsley.
The Peacock.
© Mary Barber
Once Juno's Bird (as Authors say)
Was seiz'd on by some Birds of Prey:
They pluck'd his Feathers, one by one,
Till all his useful Plumes were gone;
Stript him of ev'ry thing beside;
But left his Train, to please his Pride.
Two Hours In Reservoir
© Joseph Brodsky
I am an anti-fascist... anti-Faust
Ich liebe life and I admire chaos
Ich bin to wish, Genosse Offizieren,
Dem Zeit zum Faust for a while spazieren.
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Tus Ventanas
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Tus ventanas, con pájaros y flores
Tus ventanas que miran al Oriente,
Están esclarecidas con la gracia
De la aurora riente
Que con primicias de su luz decora
La virtud de tu frente.
Geology by Bob King: American Life in Poetry #46 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
We constantly compare one thing with another, or attempt to, saying, "Well, you know, love is like...it's like...well, YOU know what it's like." Here Bob King, who lives in Colorado, takes an original approach and compares love to the formation of rocks.
Geology
Agrippine
© Savinien de Cyrano de Bergerac
Alors que dans ton sein mon Portraict fut tracé,
Le Portraict de Tibere en fût-il effacé?
Admonition
© Emil Aarestrup
This blue that is called azure-blue,
This scoop of water, clump of earth,
This foolish nonsense of no worth,
Called good and evil by some pedants too
The Lightning playethall the while
© Emily Dickinson
The Lightning playethall the while
But when He singeththen
Ourselves are conscious He exist
And we approach Himstern
Alexander
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Weise sprach zu Alexandern.
"Dort, wo die lichten Welten wandern,
Ist manches Volk, ist manche Stadt."
Was tut der Mann von tausend Siegen?
Die Memme weint, dass dort zu kriegen,
Der Himmel keine Bruecken hat.
Lazy Man's Song
© Bai Juyi
I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;
I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.
The Bee
© Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
A Parody Of Donec Gratus Eram In A dialogue Between M--- & His Wife
© Thomas Parnell
He. When first my Biddy love profest
My rapture ran so high
"Into old rhyme"
© Lesbia Harford
Into old rhyme
The new words come but shyly.
Here's a brave man
Who sings of commerce dryly.
The Jazzy Bard
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Labor is a thing I do not like;
Workin's makes me want to go on strike;
Sittin' in an office on a sunny afternoon,
Thinkin o' nothin' but a ragtime tune.
An Ode To A Lady. She Refusing To Continue A Dispute With Me, And Leaving Me In The Argument
© Matthew Prior
Spare, generous victor, spare the slave,
Who did unequal war pursue;
That more than triumph he might have,
In being overcome by you.
