Animal poems
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At a Certain Age
© Czeslaw Milosz
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind
The Power Of Words Oinos.
© Edgar Allan Poe
You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be
demanded. Not even here is knowledge a thing of intuition.
For wisdom, ask of the angels freely, that it may be given!
Custer: Book Third
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Were every red man slaughtered in a day,
Still would that sacrifice but poorly pay
For one insulted woman captive's woes.
Don Juan: Canto The Tenth
© George Gordon Byron
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
The Woman Who Collects Noah's Arks by Janet McCann: American Life in Poetry #15 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poe
© Ted Kooser
Many of us are collectors, attaching special meaning to the inanimate objects we acquire. Here, Texas poet Janet McCann gives us insight into the significance of one woman's collection. The abundance and variety of detail suggest the clutter of such a life.
The Woman Who Collects Noah's Arks
My Paw Said So
© Edgar Albert Guest
Wolves ain't so bad if you treat 'em all right,
My Paw said so.
They're as fond of a game as they are of a fight,
My Paw said so.
An' all of the animals found in the wood
Ain't always ferocious. Most times they are good.
The Study and Beauties of the Works of Nature
© James Thomson
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!
Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!
Book Thirteenth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded]
© William Wordsworth
FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 10
© William Langland
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,
That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.
Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances
© Walt Whitman
OF the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all-that we may be deluded,
As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum
© Larry Levis
The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago that
everything was clear,
As if it had been preserved beneath a kind of lacquered
stillness, &, for a while,
I did not even notice the pigeons lifting above the sad tiles
of churches,
In Camp (Camp-ey)
© Jibanananda Das
Here on the edge of the forest I pitched camp.
All night long in pleasant southern breezes
By the moon's light
I listen to the call of a doe in heat.
To whom is she calling?
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
Requiem
© Anna Akhmatova
Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
[1961]
Quaaludes Again
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
She fumbles and stumbles
And falls down the stairs,
Makes love to the leg of the dining room chair.
She's ready for animals, women or men.
She's doing Quaaludes again.
To The Superior Animal
© Anna Laetitia Waring
To sum up all, I'm old - and that's
A fact the years decide;
It is a common thing with cats
And not a thing to hide.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10:
© Conrad Aiken
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees
The soft blue starlight through the one small window,
The moon above black trees, and clouds, and Venus,
And turns to write . . . The clock, behind ticks softly.
Shakuntala Act VII (Final Act)
© Kalidasa
ACT VII
King Dushyant with Matali in the chariot of Indra (king of gods in heaven and also god of thunder), supposed to be above the clouds.
King Dushyant: I am sensible, O Matali, that, for having executed the commission which Indra gave me, I deserved not such a profusion of honours.
