All Poems
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Companions - A Tale Of A Grandfather
© Charles Stuart Calverley
I KNOW not of what we ponderd
Or made pretty pretence to talk,
Race Suicide
© Edgar Lee Masters
"Get children," says Commodus. Why unbar
The portals of the earth? Pre-natal dead
If you had entered here the god of war
Had slaughtered you to crown ambition's head!
The Nest
© James Russell Lowell
When oaken woods with buds are pink,
And new-come birds each morning sing,
When fickle May on Summer's brink
Pauses, and knows not which to fling,
Whether fresh bud and bloom again,
Or hoar-frost silvering hill and plain,
Fishing Song: To J.A. Froude and Tom Hughes
© Charles Kingsley
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,
To point us out this way to glory-
They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,
And all their pounders myth and story.
Blow Snowdon! What's Lake Gwynant to Killarney,
Or spluttering Welsh to tender blarney, blarney, blarney?
Andante Con Moto
© William Ernest Henley
Forth from the dust and din,
The crush, the heat, the many-spotted glare,
Sonnet XL: Severed Selves
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Riddles By Dr. Swift And His Friends
© Jonathan Swift
FROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;
But who thy father, no man knows:
Nor can the skilful herald trace
The founder of thy ancient race;
To The Germans
© Tadeusz Borowski
Don't walk in the street,don't eat, don't live,
backbreaking work is all you're allowed,
and beware the sign that bares its teeth:
"Only for Germans, others keep out."
Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night
© Du Fu
Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads -
At the frontier it's autumn; a wild-goose cries.
This is a night in which dew becomes frost;
The moon is bright like it used to be at home.
Reascending Jinggang Mountain
© Mao Zedong
I have long aspired to reach for the clouds
And I again ascend Jinggang Mountain.
Arcanna
© Madison Julius Cawein
Earth hath her images of utterance,
Her hieroglyphic meanings which elude;
Two Lacquer Prints
© Amy Lowell
ONCE, in the sultry heat of midsummer,
An Emperor caused the miniature mountains in his garden
To be covered with white silk,
That so crowned,
They might cool his eyes
With the sparkle of snow.
To A Child
© Christopher Morley
The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.
Fashion
© Ada Cambridge
See those resplendent creatures, as they glide
O'er scarlet carpet, between footmen tall,
Autumnal
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
O Mors! Quam Amara Est Memoria Tua Homini Pacem Habenti In Substantiis Suis
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Exceeding sorrow
Consumeth my sad heart!
Because to-morrow
We must depart,
Now is exceeding sorrow
All my part!
