Poems by Phyllis McGinley
Sunday Poetry: Ballade of Lost Objects
... But where in the world did the children vanish ...
The Angry Man
... His blows Rained proudly on prospective foes ...
Ode to the end of Summer
... Nor scale the height nor breast the truculent billow ...
First Lesson
... Walk in strange woods, they warn you about the snakes there ...
Daniel at Breakfast
... war stalks the planet still, and men know hunger, ...
Reflections at Dawn
... But most, on all the stars that glisten, ...
"The 5:32"
... With ribbons around their hair, and the trains arriving, ...
Intimations of Mortality
... With the querulous drill, the forceps, the clove-smelling cotton ...
Daylight Savings Time
... Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks ...
View from a Suburban Window
... When I consider how my light is spent, Also my sweetness, ditto all my power, ...
