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Crows
© Padraic Colum
THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed
Of what he said, and was revolving it:
How, in the night, crows often take to wing,
Rising from off the tree-tops in Drumbarr,
And flying on: I pictured what he told.
Sacred Gipsy Carol - Prologue
© John Kenyon
FIRST GIPSY. But still at the end of the vital line
A secret untold remains to divine.
Give again, sweet Babe! thy palm to spell,
And a charming secret we can tell.
But, first, the tester we must hold;
Without it, nothing can be told.
Four Poems About Jamaica
© William Matthews
1. Montego Bay, 10:00 P.M.
A chandelier, a tiara,
a hive of lights. A cruise ship
Driving Through by Mark Vinz: American Life in Poetry #91 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
How many of us, when passing through some small town, have felt that it seemed familiar though we've never been there before. And of course it seems familiar because much of the course of life is pretty much the same wherever we go, right down to the up-and-down fortunes of the football team and the unanswered love letters. Here's a poem by Mark Vinz.
Driving Through
Address To A Haggis
© Robert Burns
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
The Dying Kid
© William Shenstone
Optima quaeque dies miseris mortalibus aevi
Prima fugit-… ~Virg.
Imitation.
Ah! wretched mortals we! - our brightest days
On fleetest pinions fly.
Donacha Rua
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Donacha rua of Donegal,
(Holy Mary, how slow the dawn!)
This is the hour of your loss or gain
Is go d-tigeadh tu mo mhúirnin slán!
Lydd
© Katharine Lee Bates
For the Reunion of the Bates Family at Quincy, August 3, 1916
FAR away on the sunny levels
Doomsday
© Sylvia Plath
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans
Atop the broken universal clock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Out painted stages fall apart by scenes
While all the actors halt in mortal shock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.
The Gold-Seekers
© Hamlin Garland
I SAW these dreamers of dreams go by,
I trod in their footsteps a space;
Each marched with his eyes on the sky,
Each passed with a light on his face.
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.
To My First Born
© Charles Harpur
MY beautiful! For beautiful thou art
To me thy father, as the morning light
The Thin People
© Sylvia Plath
They are always with us, the thin people
Meager of dimension as the gray people
An Oregon Message
© William Stafford
When we first moved here, pulled
the trees in around us, curled
Winter Sleep
© Edith Matilda Thomas
I KNOW it must be winter (though I sleep)
I know it must be winter, for I dream
I dip my bare feet in the running stream,
And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep.
