All Poems
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The Spirit Of Navigation
© William Lisle Bowles
Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide
Amid the solitude of the vast deep,
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Coblenz
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Coblenz,
The length of whose legs was immense;
He went with one prance
From Turkey to France,
That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Bodys Senses
© Paul Eluard
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse
Far off the sea that your eye bathes
These images of day after day
The Day Of Days
© William Morris
Each eve earth falleth down the dark,
As though its hope were oer;
Yet lurks the sun when day is done
Behind to-morrows door.
To Lynette.
© Robert Crawford
God knows that I love you, I love you, and yet
He knows, too, I'm weary, Lynette, O Lynette!
He gave me the love-feeling, the tired feeling, too;
Will He take them together, and part me from you?
Then, Most, I Smile
© Victor Marie Hugo
Late it is to look so proud,
Daisy queen! come is the gloom
Of the winter-burdened cloud!--
"But, in winter, most I bloom!"
The Mother Watch
© Edgar Albert Guest
She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
We only knew she never slept when we were out at night,
And that she waited just to know that we'd come home all right.
Ballad of the Breadman
© Charles Causley
Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
An angel flew in the window
Weve a job for you, he said.
"I Know The Stars"
© Sara Teasdale
I KNOW the stars by their names,
Aldebaran, Altair,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven's broad blue stair.
From Vergil's Fourth Georgic
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
And the cloven waters like a chasm of mountains
Stood, and received him in its mighty portal
And led him through the deeps untrampled fountains
From The Spanish
© James Weldon Johnson
Twenty years go by on noiseless feet,
He returns, and once again they meet,
She exclaims, "Good heavens! and is that he?"
He mutters, "My God! and that is she!"
Piere Vidal Old
© Ezra Pound
When I but think upon the great dead days
And turn my mind upon that splendid madness,
Lo! I do curse my strength
And blame the sun his gladness;
For that the one is dead
And the red sun mocks my sadness.
Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;
© John Austin
Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;
And bow before thy Throne:
Genesis BK XVII
© Caedmon
(ll. 1002-1005) Then the Lord of glory spake unto Cain, and asked
where Abel was. Quickly the cursed fashioner of death made
answer unto Him:
A Flight of Wild Ducks
© Charles Harpur
Far up the River-hark! 'tls the loud shock
Deadened by distance, of some Fowler's gun:
To Play Pianissimo by Lola Haskins: American Life in Poetry #43 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Lola Haskins, who lives in Florida, has written a number of poems about musical terms, entitled "Adagio," "Allegrissimo," "Staccato," and so on. Here is just one of those, presenting the gentleness of pianissimo playing through a series of comparisons
To Play Pianissimo
Does not mean silence.
The absence of moon in the day sky
for example.
