Christmas poems
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Retrospect
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the corn,When I was carried by the farms,-- It had the tassels on.
God and the Fifties
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
It was shady deals andConnie Francis on jukeboxjunipers and chevy convertiblesparked outside Dino's restaurant;it was brighter skies, manageableskyscrapers, gang-fights and Kennedy;it was gambling at Atlantic City withthe Four Seasons, it was crabs andJohnny Unitas and Connie Arena whoteased my heart through ten schoolyears, her father practicing race-trackcornet every day driving us nuts onsuch bored summers of tee-shirtswith cigarette packs at the sleeve andBeachboys and weights
Namby-Pamby: or, A Panegyric on the New Versification
© Henry Carey
Nauty Pauty Jack-a-DandyStole a Piece of Sugar-Candy,From the Grocer's Shoppy-shop,And away did hoppy-hop.
The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne
© Gelett Burgess
WAKE! For the Hack can scatter into flightShakespere and Dante in a single Night! The Penny-a-liner is Abroad, and strikesOur Modern Literature with blithering Blight.
Indoor Games near Newbury
© John Betjeman
In among the silver birches winding ways of tarmac wander And the signs to Bussock Bottom, Tussock Wood and Windy Brake,Gabled lodges, tile-hung churches, catch the lights of our Lagonda As we drive to Wendy's party, lemon curd and Christmas cake
I Saw Three Ships
© Anonymous
I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day;I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning.
God Rest you Merry, Gentlemen
© Anonymous
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay,For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day,To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray
For Christmas Day: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
© Whitefield George
Hark! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King,Peace on earth and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil'd. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King.
For Christmas Day in the Morning
© Anonymous
The first Nowell the Angel did sayWas to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay;In fields where they lay keeping their sheepIn a cold winter's night that was so deep
Christmas
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
STEP wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle,
Dis ain' no time fu' to pottah an' piddle;
The Mermaid
© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom
Leaving the sea, the pale moon lights the strand.
Tracing old runes, a youth inscribes the sand.
And by the rune-ring waits a woman fair,
Down to her feet extends her dripping hair.
Wintering
© Sylvia Plath
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.
I have whirled the midwife's extractor,
I have my honey,
Six jars of it,
Six cat's eyes in the wine cellar,
The Mystics Christmas
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"All hail!" the bells of Christmas rang,
"All hail!" the monks at Christmas sang,
The merry monks who kept with cheer
The gladdest day of all their year.
The Old Grey Squirrel
© Alfred Noyes
A great while ago there was a schoolboy
who lived in a cottage by the sea,
A Christmas Memory
© James Whitcomb Riley
Pa he bringed me here to stay
'Til my Ma she's well.--An' nen
He's go' hitch up, Chris'mus-day,
An' come take me back again
Wher' my Ma's at! Won't I be
Tickled when he comes fer me!
