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Unrest
© Archibald Lampman
All day upon the garden bright
The suns shines strong,
But in my heart there is no light,
Or any song.
O had I known that thus it happens...
© Boris Pasternak
O had I known that thus it happens,
When first I started, that at will
Your lines with blood in them destroy you,
Roll up into your throat and kill,
To --
© Joseph Rodman Drake
When that eye of light shall in darkness fall,
And thy bosom be shrouded in death's cold pall,
When the bloom of that rich red lip shall fade,
And thy head on its pillow of dust be laid;
Sir Lancelot Du Lake
© Thomas Percy
When Arthur first in court began,
And was approvèd king,
By force of armes great victorys wonne,
And conquest home did bring;
The Coffins by Michael Chitwood : American Life in Poetry #262 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
When we hear news of a flood, that news is mostly about the living, about the survivors. But at the edges of floods are the dead, too. Here Michael Chitwood, of North Carolina, looks at what’s floating out there on the margins.
The Coffins
Two days into the flood
Three Day's Ride
© Stephen Vincent Benet
"FROM Belton Castle to Solway side,
Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride."
The Spanish Dancer
© Rainer Maria Rilke
As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts white
flickering tongues before it bursts into flame:
with the audience around her, quickened, hot,
her dance begins to flicker in the dark room.
Blossom.
© Arthur Henry Adams
A LONE rose in a garden burned a quivering flame,
But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;
And now an envious wind with itching fingers leant
And touched its lingering beauty, and the petals went
The Daisy
© Virna Sheard
An angel found a daisy where it lay
On Heaven's highroad of transparent gold,
And, turning to one near, he said, "I pray,
Tell me what manner of strange bloom I hold.
You came a long, long way--perchance you know
In what far country such fair flowers blow?"
The Little Sister
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The wind knocks at the window,
And my heart is full of fear,
The Sorcerer's Song
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! my name is JOHN WELLINGTON WELLS -
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
England
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
While men pay reverence to mighty things,
They must revere thee, thou blue-cinctured isle
A Portrait
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Fair faces crowd on Christmas night
Like seven suns a-row,
But all beyond is the wolfish wind
And the crafty feet of the snow.
Sensation
© Arthur Rimbaud
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass :
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
A Friend [2]
© Edgar Albert Guest
A friend is one who takes your hand
And talks a speech you understand
The Regiment of Princes
© Thomas Hoccleve
Musynge upon the restlees bysynesse
Which that this troubly world hath ay on honde,
A Thanksgiving and Prayer for the Nation
© Thomas Traherne
From A Serious and Pathetical Contemplation of the Mercies of God
O Lord, the children of my people are Thy peculiar treasures,
