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Benedictio Domini
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Without, the sullen noises of the street!
The voice of London, inarticulate,
Hoarse and blaspheming, surges in to meet
The silent blessing of the Immaculate.
Love In Disguise
© Thomas Parnell
To stifle Passion is no easy Thing,
A Heart in Love is always on the Wing;
Suspenseis Hostiler than Death
© Emily Dickinson
Suspenseis Hostiler than Death
Deaththo'soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase
Suspensedoes not conclude
On The 100th Anniversary Of Anna Akhmatova
© Joseph Brodsky
The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter --
God saves all that -- especially the words
Of love and pity, as His only way to utter.
Spring Has Come
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sunbeams, lost for half a year,
Slant through my pane their morning rays;
For dry northwesters cold and clear,
The east blows in its thin blue haze.
When Autumn Came
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
The birds that herald dreams
were exiled from their song,
each voice torn out of its throat.
They dropped into the dust
even before the hunter strung his bow.
The Collar-Bone Of A Hare
© William Butler Yeats
WOULD I could cast a sad on the water
Where many a king has gone
Sonnet II
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
In shame is man conceived, through pain is born,
And brief the time upon this earth he goes
In life inconstant, full of fears and woes.
He dies, a shadow by the sun forlorn.
Up North
© David Campbell
Oh, Bill and Joe to the north have gone,
A green shirt on their back;
There are not many ewes and lambs
Along Kokoda track.
Book Of Timur - The Winter And Timur
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
So the winter now closed round them
With resistless fury. Scattering
Brer Rabbit You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
© James Weldon Johnson
"Brer Wolf am mighty cunnin',
Brer Fox am mighty sly,
Brer Terrapin an' 'Possum kinder small;
Brer Lion's mighty vicious,
Brer B'ar he's sorter 'spicious,
Brer Rabbit, you's de cutes' of 'em all."
A Child's Garden
© Rudyard Kipling
Now there is nothing wrong with me
Except - I think it's called T.B.
And that is why I have to lay
Out in the garden all the day.
After The Rain [for W. D. Snodgrass]
© Anthony Evan Hecht
The barbed-wire fences rust
As their cedar uprights blacken
The Vigil Of Venus
© Allen Tate
I
Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love :
O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!
In spring lovers consent and the birds marry
When the grove receives in her hair the nuptial dew.
Cautionary Tales by Mark Vinz : American Life in Poetry #229 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
For over forty years, Mark Vinz, of Moorhead, Minnesota-poet, teacher, publisher-has been a prominent advocate for the literature of the Upper Great Plains. Here’s a recent poem that speaks to growing older.
Cautionary Tales
Beyond the field of grazing, gazing cows
Apocalypse
© Madison Julius Cawein
Before I found her I had found
Within my heart, as in a brook,
Reflections of her: now a sound
Of imaged beauty; now a look.
Tidings
© Roderic Quinn
THE darkness gripped us, hot, intense;
The sea snored like some sleeping brute;
We stood alert, with every sense
Like some leashed hound, nerve-thrilled, acute.
The Blind Summit
© William Watson
[A Viennese gentleman, who had climbed the Hoch-König
without a guide, was found dead, in a sitting posture, near the
summit, upon which he had written, "It is cold, and clouds shut
out the view."-Vide the Daily News of September 10, 1891.]
Sonnet LVI: As to the Roman
© Samuel Daniel
As to the Roman that would free his land,
His error was his honor and renown
To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.
© Mather Byles
I.
While rosey Cheeks their Bloom confess,
And Youth thy Bosom warms,
Let Vertue, and let Knowledge dress,
Thy Mind in brighter Charms.
