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Arabian Night's Entertainments
© William Ernest Henley
Once on a time
There was a little boy: a master-mage
My Father Holds the Door for Yoko Ono by Christopher Chambers: American Life in Poetry #88 Ted Koose
© Ted Kooser
This wistful poem shows how the familiar and the odd, the real and imaginary, exist side by side. A Midwestern father transforms himself from a staid businessman into a rock-n-roll star, reclaiming a piece of his imaginary youth. In the end, it shows how fragile moments might be recovered to offer a glimpse into our inner lives.
© Walter de la Mare
DIM-BERRIED is the mistletoe
With globes of sheenless grey,
More Sonnets At Christmas II
© Allen Tate
Then hang this picture for a calendar,
As sheep for goat, and pray most fixedly
For the cold martial progress of your star,
With thoughts of commerce and society,
Well-milked Chinese, Negroes who cannot sing,
The Huns gelded and feeding in a ring.
Our Oldest Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I GIVE you the health of the oldest friend
That, short of eternity, earth can lend,--
A friend so faithful and tried and true
That nothing can wean him from me and you.
Christmas Day and Every Day
© George MacDonald
A Christmas Colloquy
© John Crowe Ransom
Father, what will there be for me
To-morrow on the Christmas tree?
Have you told Santa what to bring,
My pony, my doll, and everything?
© George MacDonald
Cold my heart, and poor, and low,
Like thy stable in the rock;
© Jean Ingelow
Quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes,
“Water-grass, you know not what I do;
Know not of my storms, nor of my hushes.
And—I know not you.”
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto I.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
I The Impossibility
© Hilaire Belloc
ON a winter's night long time ago
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O COUSIN Robert, far away
Among the lands of gold,
How many years since we two met?--
You would not like it told.
A Belgian Christmas
© Madison Julius Cawein
The "happy year" of 1914
AN hour from dawn:
The snow sweeps on
As it swept with sleet last night:
© John Keble
What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;
A Christmas Letter From Australia
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
T IS Christmas, and the North wind blows; t was two years yesterday
Since from the Lusitanias bows I looked oer Table Bay,
Is There A Santa Claus?
© Edgar Albert Guest
Is there a Santa Claus?" she asked,
"Come, daddy, tell me true;
The Mahogany Tree
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
A Childs Song Of Christmas
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
MY counterpane is soft as silk,
My blankets white as creamy milk.
The hay was soft to Him, I know,
Our little Lord of long ago.
© Charles Stuart Calverley
"Dr. Birch's young friends will reassemble to-day, Feb. 1st."
White is the wold, and ghostly
The dank and leafless trees;
And 'M's and 'N's are mostly
Christmas Eve 1914
© Eugene Field
Silent, to-night, o'er Judah's hills
Bend low the angel throng,
No heavenly music fills the air
Exultantly with song;