Cool poems
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An Afternoon In July
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How hushed and still are earth and air,
How languid neath the suns fierce ray
The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage
Gone, gone, - sold and gone
Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale IV
© Helen Maria Williams
ALMAGRO'S expedition to Chili-His troops suffer great hardships from cold, in crossing the Andes-They reach Chili-The Chilians make a brave resistance-The revolt of the Peruvians in Cuzco--They are led on by MANCO CAPAC , the successor of ATALIBA -Parting with CORA , his wife-The Peruvians regain half their city-ALMAGRO leaves Chili-To avoid the Andes, he crosses a vast desert-His troops can find no water-They divide into two bands-ALPHONSO leads the second band, which soon reaches a fertile valley-The Spaniards observe that the natives are employed in searching the streams for gold-They resolve to attack them.
Life And Immortality
© James Beattie
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"
(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)
Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
Of late so grateful in the hour of drought?
Sonnet
© Luigi Alamanni
Therefore, proud Italy, I, by Gods grace,
After six years come back to gaze on thee,
The One Certain Thing by Peter Cooley : American Life in Poetry #268 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
If writers are both skilled and lucky, they may write something that will carry their words into the future, past the hour of their own deaths. I’d guess all writers hope for this, and the following poem by Peter Cooley, who lives in New Orleans and teaches creative writing at Tulane, beautifully expresses his hope, and theirs.
The One Certain Thing
A day will come I’ll watch you reading this.
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth
© George Gordon Byron
I now mean to be serious;--it is time,
Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.
The Suicides Grave
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release
From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, it seeking peace,
Snow Dance For The Dead
© Lola Ridge
Dance, little children ... it is holy twilight . . .
Have you hung paper flowers about the necks of the ikons?
Dance soft . . . but very gaily ... on tip-toes like the snow.
Connecticut
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree,
Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;
Pastorals
© George Meredith
How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
To loiter up a hilly rise
Which hides the prospect far beyond,
And fancy all the landscape lying
Beautiful and still;
Intima (Intimate)
© Delmira Agustini
Yo te diré los sueños de mi vida
En lo más hondo de la noche azul…
Mi alma desnuda temblará en tus manos,
Sobre tus hombros pesará mi cruz.
Bronco Shod With Wings
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,
I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal dare.
But sing me to the earth again on wide, descending wings,
That I may not forget the touch of homely human things.
Moses
© Thomas Parnell
Ile sing to God, Ile Sing ye songs of praise
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God whose glorys in the Seas excell,
Where the proud horse & prouder rider fell.
Kwannon
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning
They bring to me alone,
Shells that are veined like irises, and those
Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose.
Wherefore an hundredfold again returning
I render them their own -
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3.
© William Cowper
Eve. Adam, my best beloved!
My guardian and my guide!
Thou source of all my comfort, all my joy!
Thee, thee alone I wish,
And in these pleasing shades
Thee only have I sought.
