All Poems
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Wake
© Langston Hughes
Tell all my mourners
To mourn in red -
Cause there ain't no sense
In my bein' dead.
Angelo
© William Watson
Then Angelo bethought him of his vow;
And stepping forward stood before the twain;
And from his girdle plucked a dagger forth;
And spake no word, but pierced his own heart through.
Lady Godiva
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through the town
Naked on your big white horse
With your long hair hangin´ down
Lady Godiva, you say you´re really frightened
Martin Lightfoot's Song
© Charles Kingsley
Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,
Come hearken unto me,
And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon
Came swimming out over the sea.
Epitaph of Eusthenes
© Theocritus
Here the shrewd physiognomist Eusthenes lies,
Who could tell all your thoughts by a glance at your eyes.
A stranger, with strangers his honoured bones rest;
They valued sweet song, and he gave them his best.
All the honours of death doth the poet possess:
If a small one, they mourned for him nevertheless.
The Song Of Iron
© Lola Ridge
Not yet hast Thou sounded
Thy clangorous music,
Whose strings are under the mountains…
Not yet hast Thou spoken
The blooded, implacable Word…
The Poor, Poor Country
© John Shaw Neilson
Oh 'twas a poor country, in Autumn it was bare,
The only green was the cutting grass and the sheep found little there.
Oh, the thin wheat and the brown oats were never two foot high,
But down in the poor country no pauper was I.
Sonnet To The Calbassia-Tree
© Helen Maria Williams
SUBLIME Calbassia! luxuriant tree,
How soft the gloom thy bright-hued foliage throws!
By the green waters
© Louis Zukofsky
By the green waters oil
The air circles the wild flower; the men
Skirt along the skyscraper street and carry weights
Heavier than themselves;
By the rotted piers where sunk slime feeds
the lily-pads,
When A Lover Clasps His Fairest
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
When a lover clasps his fairest,
Then be our dread sport the rarest.
Their caresses were like the chaff
In the tempest, and be our laugh
His despairher epitaph!
Invocation
© Madison Julius Cawein
They who were fondly fain
To tell what mother pain
Of Nature makes the rain;
Equity
© George MacDonald
Oh heart, by wrong unfilial scathed and scored,
And from thy humble throne with mazedness driven,
Take courage: when thy wrongs thou hast forgiven,
Thy rights in love thy God will see restored:
No bird could sing in tune but that the Lord
Sits throned in equity above the heaven.
Illustration Of A Picture
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"A SPANISH GIRL IN REVERIE,"
SHE twirled the string of golden beads,
The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto IV
© Edmund Spenser
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
guides the faithfull knight,
Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy
doth chalenge him to fight.
On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe
© William Strode
A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne
Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne:
Twas not the Poxe: Love shott a thousand darts,
And made those pitts for graves to bury hearts:
But since that Beauty hath regaynde her light,
Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright.
Annam
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Look at the moon in the midst of
Vastly magnificent sky bed;
Hear the young winds among bamboo;
Feel the air heavy with fragrance.
Families always are blessed!
