All Poems
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The Artilleryman's Vision
© Walt Whitman
While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
Murtagh The Cobbler
© Alice Guerin Crist
The harvest moon was shinin
As Murtagh came from the fair,
And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hay
And the gorsebloom in the air.
The Young that Died in Beauty
© William Barnes
If souls should only sheen so bright
In heaven as in ethly light,
An nothen better wer the cease,
How comely still, in sheape an feace,
Sunday After Ascension
© John Keble
The Earth that in her genial breast
Makes for the down a kindly nest,
Where wafted by the warm south-west
It floats at pleasure,
Yields, thankful, of her very best,
To nurse her treasure:
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part. 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VI. -- The Wraith Of Od
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The guests were loud, the ale was strong,
King Olaf feasted late and long;
The hoary Scalds together sang;
O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
If I'm lostnow
© Emily Dickinson
If I'm lostnow
That I was found
Shall still my transport be
That onceon methose Jasper Gates
Blazed opensuddenly
The Kiss
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
They Held Me Down
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It was Sat night at the slammer the gavel was falling like a hammer
As they dragged in every freak from off the road
One by one they entered the cell and the stories that they had to tell
Were all different but all seemed to end on the very same note
Sonnet LVI. Music And Poetry. 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YET words though weak are all that poets own
Wherewith their muse translates that kindred muse
Of Harmony, whose subtle forms and hues
Float in the unlanguaged poesy of Tone.
Max Ernst
© Paul Eluard
In one corner agile incest
Turns round the virginity of a little dress
In one corner sky released
leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Er Companatico Der Paradiso (Heaven's Food)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Dio doppo avé creato in pochi giorni
Quello che c'è de bello e c'é de brutto,
In paradiso o in de li su' contorni
Creò un rampino e ciattaccò un presciutto.
To The Lake
© Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
The Blindman's Song
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I am blind, you outsiders. It is a curse,
a contradiction, a tiresome farce,
Has Your Soul Sipped?
© Wilfred Owen
Has your soul sipped
Of the sweetness of all sweets?
Has it well supped
But yet hungers and sweats?
