All Poems
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The Bench Of Boors
© Herman Melville
In bed I muse on Tenier's boors,
Embrowned and beery losels all;
A wakeful brain
Elaborates pain:
Within low doors the slugs of boors
Laze and yawn and doze again.
The Wedding Band
© Forough Farrokhzad
Everyone said: Congratulations and best wishes!
the girl said: Alas
that I still have doubts about its meaning.
Song (Untitled #8)
© George Meredith
No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
Das Ewig-Weibliche
© James Russell Lowell
How was I worthy so divine a loss,
Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?
Why waste such precious wood to make my cross,
Such far-sought roses for my crown of thorns?
The Duke Of Chow Tells Of His Soldiers
© Confucius
To the hills of the East we went,
And long had we there to remain.
When the word of recall was sent,
Thick and fast came the drizzling rain.
Dream Song II
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Pray, what can dreams avail
To make love or to mar?
The child within the cradle rail
Lies dreaming of the star.
But is the star by this beguiled
To leave its place and seek the child?
Studies By The Sea
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,
That this stupendous ocean wide,
Lilies
© Arthur Rimbaud
O see-saws! O Lilies!
Enemas of silver!
Disdainful of labours,
disdainful of famines!
The Scholar's Relapse
© William Shenstone
By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill,
Where whisper'd the beech, and where murmur'd the rill,
I vow'd to the Muses my time and my care,
Since neither could win me the smiles of my fair.
The Lord Is His Devotees' Slave
© Sant Surdas
Whatever is a devotee's
caste, clan, family, or name,
Rama's love for him is the same.
Even When She Walks
© Charles Baudelaire
Even when she walks she seems to dance!
Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes
obedient to the rhythm of the wands
by which a fakir wakens them to grace.
The Way I read a Letter'sthis
© Emily Dickinson
The Way I read a Letter'sthis
'Tis firstI lock the Door
And push it with my fingersnext
For transport it be sure
A Pipe Of Tobacco
© Henry Fielding
Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smackO!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.
Akhtamar
© Hovhannes Toumanian
Beside the laughing lake of Van
A little hamlet lies;
Each night into the waves a man
Leaps under darkened skies.
Sonnet XXIX: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'd
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst by her eyes pursu'd, my poor heart flew it,
Into the sacred bosom of my dearest;
Voices
© Madison Julius Cawein
When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers
Unclasp their stars to sun and rain,
My heart strikes hands with winds and showers
And wanders in the woods again.
In Error
© Rudyard Kipling
They burnt a corpse upon the sand-
The light shone out afar;
It guided home the plunging dhows
That beat from Zanzibar.
Spirit of Fire, where'er Thy altars rise,
Thou art the Light of Guidance to our eyes!
In An Old Garden
© Madison Julius Cawein
The Autumn pines and fades
Upon the withered trees;
And over there, a choked despair,
You hear the moaning breeze.
