All Poems
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In A Cuban Garden
© Sara Teasdale
HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire,
(Love me, my lover, life will not stay)
The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,
A scarlet leaf is blowing away.
A.d. 19 ?
© Arthur Henry Adams
AS in some quiet city bathed in sleep,
Where like a kiss the twilight lingereth,
When suddenly the earth stirs far beneath
Just moves, then pauses and a silence deep
Song Of The Women To The Poet
© Rainer Maria Rilke
We're perfect for you bliss beyond your dreams
Just look: The blood and darkness in a beast
Evolved in us especially to be soul,
And screams for you, just as a soul should scream.
It yearns for service by the mystery priest
And strains for utter absence of control.
My Daughter
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THOU hast thy mother's eyes, my child--
Her deep dark eyes: the undefiled
Sweetness which breathes around her mouth,
A perfect rosebud of the south,
The Lady And The Earthenware Head
© Sylvia Plath
Fired in sanguine clay, the model head
Fit nowhere: brickdust-complected, eye under a dense lid,
On the long bookshelf it stood
Stolidly propping thick volumes of prose: spite-set
1914
© Wilfred Owen
For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece,
And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome,
An Autumn softly fell, a harvest home,
A slow grand age, and rich with all increase.
But now, for us, wild Winter, and the need
Of sowings for new Spring, and blood for seed.
The Beech Tree
© Edith Nesbit
MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmed
With letters. Once, each stood for all things dear
The Curtain
© Gamaliel Bradford
Others may seem gay and certain,
Steering one unbroken line.
But lift up the heart's dim curtain,
It might prove as frail as mine.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - November
© George MacDonald
1.
THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;
The Year Clock
© William Barnes
We zot bezide the leafy wall,
Upon the bench at evenfall,
While aunt led off our minds wrom ceare
Wi' veairy teales, I can't tell where,
Old And New: A Parable
© Charles Kingsley
See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,
Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream.
So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;
Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.
June Thunder
© Louis MacNeice
The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny
Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,
Through fields of mustard and under boldly embattled
Mays and chestnuts
Belshazzar
© John Newton
Poor sinners! little do they think
With whom they have to do!
But stand securely on the brink
Of everlasting woe.
Young England
© Horace Smith
The times still "grow to something strange";
We rap and turn the tables;
The Death Of Myth-Making
© Sylvia Plath
Two virtues ride, by stallion, by nag,
To grind our knives and scissors:
Lantern-jawed Reason, squat Common Sense,
One courting doctors of all sorts,
One, housewives and shopkeepers.
Morgans Curse
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Followin the trail on the old treasure map,
I came to the spot that said Dig right here.
And four feet down my spade struck wood
Just where the map said a chest would appear.
