All Poems
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Song Of A Mad Girl, Whose Lover Has Died At Sea
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Under the green white blue of this and that and the other,
That and the other, and that and the other, for ever and ever,
The Urban Rat And The Suburban Rat
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A metropolitan rat invited
His country cousin in town to dine:
Changing Of The Seasons
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'
There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me
And I'm bound for the changing of the seasons
Winged Rock
© Robinson Jeffers
The flesh of the house is heavy sea-orphaned stone, the imagination
of the house
Off Shore
© Celia Thaxter
Rock, little boat, beneath the quiet sky,
Only the stars behold us where we lie, -
Only the stars and yonder brightening moon
Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus
© Charles Wesley
Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
In The Placid Summer Midnight
© William Ernest Henley
In the placid summer midnight,
Under the drowsy sky,
I seem to hear in the stillness
The moths go glimmering by.
Convergence by Christine Stewart-Nunez : American Life in Poetry #249 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
One of the wonderful things about small children is the way in which they cause us to explain the world. “What’s that?” they ask, and we have to come up with an answer. Here Christine Stewart-Nunez, who lives and teaches in South Dakota, tries to teach her son a new word only to hear it come back transformed.
Convergence
Through the bedroom window
Men in the Rough
© Arthur Chapman
Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.
Seeing The Duke Of Ormond's Picture, At Sir Godfrey Kneller's
© Matthew Prior
O Kneller! could thy shades and lights express
The perfect hero in that glorious dress,
Ages to come might Ormond's picture know,
And palms for thee beneath his laurels grow;
In spite of time thy work might ever thine,
Nor Homer's colours last so long as thine.
Fourth Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
They know the Almighty's power,
Who, wakened by the rushing midnight shower,
The Armenian Grief
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The Armenian grief is a shoreless sea,
An enormous abyss of water;
My soul swims mournfully
On this huge and black expanse.
Song III
© Edith Nesbit
WE loved, my love, and now it seems
Our love has brought to birth
Friendship, the fairest child of dreams,
The rarest gift of earth.
Overruled
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The threads our hands in blindness spin
No self-determined plan weaves in;
The shuttle of the unseen powers
Works out a pattern not as ours.
Outward Bound
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
OUT upon the unknown deep,
Where the unheard oceans sound,
Where the unseen islands sleep,--
Outward bound.
La Mancha De Purpura
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Me impongo la costosa penitencia
de no mirarte en días y días, porque mis ojos,
cuando por fin te miren, se aneguen en tu esencia
como si naufragasen en un golfo de púrpura,
de melodía y de vehemencia.
A Threnody
© Madison Julius Cawein
The rainy smell of a ferny dell,
Whose shadow no sunray flaws,
When Autumn sits in the wayside weeds
Telling her beads
Of haws.
Song: One Hard Look
© Robert Graves
Small gnats that fly
In hot July
And lodge in sleeping ears,
Can rouse therein
A trumpet's din
With Day-of-Judgement fears.
The Seeds Of Vice
© Arthur Symons
He heard the hooting of an Owl,
It hooted twice, it hooted thrice.
