Time poems
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Persephone in Winter
© Hyde Robin
Persephone in winter-timeLay still, nor gave a thoughtTo the fierce surging tides of flowersHer restless youth had brought
Down Hearted Blues
© Hunter Alberta
Gee, but it's hard to love someone, when that someone don't love you
The Fossil Elephant
© Howitt Mary
The earth is old! Six thousand years, Are gone since I had birth;In the forests of the olden time, And the solitudes of earth.
A Shropshire Lad LXII: "Terence, this is stupid stuff
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Terence, this is stupid stuff:You eat your victuals fast enough;There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer
Absence, Hear thou my Protestation
© John Moses Hoskyns
Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance and length:Do what thou canst for alteration; For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join, and time doth settle.
The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows
flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs
they throng; they glitter in marches.Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash,
wherever an elm arches,Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long
The Flâneur
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?
When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize
Tick! Tick! Tick!
© Herschel John Frederick William
(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)
The Time of Youth is to be Spent
© Henry VIII, King of England
The time of youth is to be spentBut vice in it should be forfent.
Though that Men do Call it Dotage
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though that men do call it dotage,Who loveth not wanteth courage;
Double Ballade of the Nothingness of Things
© William Ernest Henley
The big teetotum twirlsAnd epochs wax and waneAs chance subsides or swirls;But of the loss and gainThe sum is always plain
Jim Bludso, of the Praire Belle
© John Hay
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, Becase he don't live, you see;Leastways, he's got out of the habit Of livin' like you and me
The Peddler (Male)
© Susan Frances Harrison
Scissors and needles and pins--pins and needles and tape!Autolycus come to life, but look how Autolycus grins!What's wrong with his mouth? You would say it's full of his needles and pins,It's all on one side with a kink, a kind of a twisted gape
