All Poems
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The Jewish Conscript
© Frank Florence Kiper
There are nearly a quarter of a million Jews in the Czar's army alone. (Newspaper clipping)
A Girl Strike-leader
© Frank Florence Kiper
A white-faced, stubborn little thingWhose years are not quite twenty years;Eyes steely now and done with tears,Mouth scornful of its suffering --
City of Huge Buildings
© Frank Florence Kiper
City of huge buildings into which men have poured their souls,City of innumerable schools where little children are taught and cared for,City of the great University, discussing solemn and learned questions,City of well-dressed, beautiful women, sleek, satisfied, sure of their clothes and of themselves,And their husbands sleek and satisfied also:I, a common prostitute, in the wan morning buying cocaine,Ask you the meaning of it all
Little Bundles of Joy
© Foreman Gabe
Mark lobbed a pitchfork across the pooltoward a cat he thought was Kate'safter Kate drove over Mark's family dogtotally on purpose.
Keep the Home Fires Burning (Till the Boys Come Home)
© Ford Lena Guilbert
Keep the Home Fires Burning,While your hearts are yearning,Though your lads are far awayThey dream of home
Christ's Triumph after Death
© Giles Fletcher The Younger
IBegan to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began to flow'rIn th' eastern garden; for Heav'ns smiling browHalf insolent for joy begun to show: The early Sun came lively dancing out, And the brag lambs ran wantoning about,That heav'n, and earth might seem in triumph both to shout
Hence, all you vain delights
© John Fletcher
Hence, all you vain delights,As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly,There's nought in this life sweet,If man were wise to see't But only melancholy, Oh, sweetest melancholy
Tenebris Interlucentem
© Flecker James Elroy
A linnet who had lost her waySang on a blackened bough in Hell,Till all the ghosts remembered wellThe trees, the wind, the golden day.
Oak and Olive
© Flecker James Elroy
I And bred in Gloucestershire,I walked in Hellas years ago With friends in white attire:And I remember how my soul Drank wine as pure as fire.
No Coward's Song
© Flecker James Elroy
I am afraid to think about my death,When it shall be, and whether in great painI shall rise up and fight the air for breathOr calmly wait the bursting of my brain.
Epithalamion
© Flecker James Elroy
Smile then, children, hand in handBright and white as the summer snow,Or that young King of the Grecian land,Who smiled on Thetis, long ago, --So long ago when, heart aflame,The grave and gentle Peleus cameTo the shore where the halcyon fliesTo wed the maiden of his devotion,The dancing lady with sky-blue eyes,Thetis, the darling of Paradise,The daughter of old Ocean
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
© Edward Fitzgerald
IHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Trash
© Fiorentino Jon Paul
trash in the mind trash of the world man is half trash all trash in the grave --Allen Ginsberg
The Tree
© Anne Finch - Countess of Winchilsea
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade'Tis just that some return be made;Sure some return is due from meTo thy cool shadows, and to thee
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat
© Anne Finch - Countess of Winchilsea
(Inscribed to the Right Honourable Catharine Countess of Thanet, mentioned in the poem under the name of Arminda)
Watching the Oregon Whale
© Annie Finch
A hard gray wave, her fin, walks out on the waterthat thickens to open and then parts open, around her.
Two Bodies
© Annie Finch
Two bodies, balanced in mass and power,move in a bed through the dark,under the earliest human hour.A night rocks, like an ark.
