All Poems
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Anzac Eve
© Margaret Curran
No light had I-But mother heart
Needs no poor earthly light as guide:
My soul rebelled against the part
Fate portioned me
'My son that died
Has died in vain, and he and they
Forgotten
save when women pray."
The Coach Of Life
© Alexander Pushkin
But midday finds our courage wane,
We're shaken now: and at this hour
Both hills and dales inspire dread.
We shout: "Hold on, drive slower, fool!"
The Offer
© Charles Lamb
"Tell me, would you rather be
Changed by a fairy to the fine
Young orphan heiress Geraldine,
Or still be Emily?
Celestial Painting (Sunset at Renvyle)
© William Percy French
When painters leave this world, we grieve
For the hand that will work no more,
She
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I know her, her bitter silence,
Her tiredness of her words and cries,
Lives in the secret changing brightness
Of widened pupils of her eyes.
The Hawk
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AMBUSHED in yonder cloud of white,
Far-glittering from its azure height,
He shrouds his swiftness and his might!
My Father Photographed With Friends
© William Bronk
This is my father photographed with friends, when he was young.
Unsettled on the steps of a wooden porch, and the one
It's Only a Way He's Got (As sung by the camp fire)
© Anonymous
No doubt the saying's all abroad,
And rattling through the land.
We hear it at the mangle, too,
With "What are you going to stand?"
Goodnight Little Houseplant
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Goodnight little houseplant asleep on the sill
I'll pull the shades so you don't catch a chill
And tomorrow in the morning don't be breaskfast for two
We'll have ham and eggs for me and nitrogen for you
A Feel In The Chris'mas-Air
© James Whitcomb Riley
They's a kind o' _feel_ in the air, to me.
When the Chris'mas-times sets in.
Buddha in Glory
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Sonet
© Sophus Schandorph
For Maalets, Grænsens Lov Du vil Dig spare:
det sandsesløst Bersærkerske, Balstyriske,
det kalder Du det folkelige Lyriske,
og hint en græsk, en importeret Vare.
Our Heritage
© Alexander Bathgate
A Perfect peaceful stillness reigns,
Not e'en a passing playful breeze
The Wold Wall
© William Barnes
Here, Jeäne, we vu'st did meet below
The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow,
R.s.v.p.
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Phyllis, I've a keg of fine fermented grape juice,
Alban wine that's been nine years in the cellar.
Ivy chaplets? Sure. Also, in the garden,
Plenty of parsley.
To A Jar Of Wine
© Eugene Field
How dost thou melt the stoniest hearts,
And bare the cruel knave's design;
How through thy fascinating arts
We discount Hope, O gracious wine!
And passing rich the poor man feels
As through his veins thy affluence steals.
Searching for Christ
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
To you, running I go, sacred arms,
Bare on this sacrosanct cross,
That, to welcome me are open,
And, to not punish me, are nailed.
