Animal poems

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The Society Upon The Stanislaus

© Francis Bret Harte

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games;
And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

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Lyonnesse

© Sylvia Plath

No use whistling for Lyonnesse!
Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is.
Take a look at the white, high berg on his forehead-

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De Rerum Virtute

© Robinson Jeffers

I.

Here is the skull of a man: a man’s thoughts and emotions

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The Unicorn

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

A long time ago, when the earth was green
and there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen,
and they run around free while the world was bein' born,
and the lovliest of all was the Unicorn.

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Seasons Of The Soul

© Allen Tate

Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,
e colsi un ramicel da un gran pruno;
e U tronco suo gridd: Perchd mi schiante?

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The Task : Complete

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

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On Being Asked to Write a School Hymn

© Charles Causley

On a starless night and still
Underneath a sleeping hill
Comes the cry of sheep and kine
From the slaughter house to mine.

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Brer Rabbit You's de Cutes' of 'Em All

© James Weldon Johnson

"Brer Wolf am mighty cunnin',
Brer Fox am mighty sly,
Brer Terrapin an' 'Possum — kinder small;
Brer Lion's mighty vicious,
Brer B'ar he's sorter 'spicious,
Brer Rabbit, you's de cutes' of 'em all."

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A Faith On Trial

© George Meredith

On the morning of May,

Ere the children had entered my gate

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The Bronze David Of Donatello

© Randall Jarrell

To so much strength, those overborne by it
Seemed girls, and death came to it like a girl,
Came to it, through the soft air, like a bird-
So that the boy is like a girl, is like a bird
Standing on something it has pecked to death.

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Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer

© James Whitcomb Riley

The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin'

  locus' trees;

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The Grasshopper

© Abraham Cowley

Happy insect, what can be

In happiness compared to thee?

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The Heaven Of Animals

© James Dickey

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

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Shame

© Arthur Rimbaud

So long as the blade has not

Cut off that brain,

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Otho The Great - Act IV

© John Keats

SCENE I. AURANTHE'S Apartment.

AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.

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In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia

© Alexander Pope

Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yet in some things methinks she fails,
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner smock.

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Vowels

© Arthur Rimbaud

Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O - vowels,
Some day I will open your silent pregnancies:
A, black belt, hairy with burst flies,
Bumbling and buzzing over stinking cruelties,

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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III

© Samuel Butler

Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.

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Prologue

© Dylan Thomas

This day winding down now

At God speeded summer's end

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The Kangaroo

© Barron Field


When sooty swans are once more rare,
And duck-moles the Museum's care,
Be still the glory of this land,
Happiest Work of finest Hand!