All Poems
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The Aungeles Songe In The Feste Of The Epiphanie Of Oure lord.
© Thomas Hoccleve
HOnured be this blissed holy festë day In worshippe of the sweet[ë] welle of liffe,
With alle the ioyes & mirthë þat we may,for Crist, the kirke hath chosë to his wiffe;And fynally abated is þat striffe, Þat him betwyn, & man, hath longë be;Honured be this blessed Trinite!
A Love Song
© Virna Sheard
Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait,
The crescent moon swings low, it groweth late,
A night bird sings, of Life, and Love, and Fate!
Hesiod: Or, The Rise Of Woman
© Thomas Parnell
Gold-scepter'd Juno next exalts the Fair;
Her Touch endows her with imperious Air,
Self-valuing Fancy, highly-crested Pride,
Strong sov'reign Will, and some Desire to chide:
For which, an Eloquence, that aims to vex,
With native Tropes of Anger, arms the Sex.
Dow's Flat
© Francis Bret Harte
Dow's Flat. That's its name;
And I reckon that you
Are a stranger? The same?
Well, I thought it was true,--
For thar isn't a man on the river as can't spot the place at first
view.
No Sight Can Be More Autumnal
© Sugawara Takesue no Musume
No sight can be more autumnal
than that of my garden
Tenanted by an autumnal person
weary of the world!
The Botanic Garden (Part VI)
© Erasmus Darwin
"Born in yon blaze of orient sky,
"Sweet MAY! thy radiant form unfold;
"Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,
"And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
On A Very Old Woman
© William Makepeace Thackeray
And thou wert once a maiden fair,
A blushing virgin warm and young:
With myrtles wreathed in golden hair,
And glossy brow that knew no care
Upon a bridegroom's arm you hung.
Parody of Tennyson'sTo Edward Lear on His Travels in Greece
© Edward Lear
Delirious Bulldogs; -- echoing calls
My daughter, -- green as summer grass; --
The long supine Plebeian ass,
The nasty crockery boring falls; --
Beauty's Halo
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy beauty hangs around thee like
Splendour around the moon--
Thy voice, as silver bells that strike
Upon...
A Fantasy
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
Bess
© William Stafford
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her
cancer. She went to work every day past the
Peggy
© Robert Burns
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
Starlight At Sea
© Katharine Lee Bates
OVER the murmurous choral of dim waves
The constellations glow against the soft
God Has Denied Me...
© Zygmunt Krasinski
The roots of lilies probe my corpse. It shines,
A white goblet wonderfully transformed,
A lantern corpse that fills the night with signs,
- And the music of the soul makes silence alarmed.
You dim the lamp and ask the music to
Keep silent that my spirit may sleep through.
Ballade to the Forgotten Poets of the Ages
© Kostas Karyotakis
And off in some far future epoch:
"What forgotten poet" I should like it to be asked
"has written such a beggarly
ballade to the forgotten poets?"
The Trash Can
© Charles Bukowski
there is a trash can on this
computer.
I just moved the poems
over
and dropped them into
the trash can.
The Ghetto
© Lola Ridge
Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
But no breath stirs the heat
Leaning its ponderous bulk upon the Ghetto
And most on Hester street…
The Elixir
© Emma Lazarus
"Oh brew me a potion strong and good!
One golden drop in his wine
Shall charm his sense and fire his blood,
And bend his will to mine."
