All Poems
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Ibant Obscuræ
© Brown Thomas Edward
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea,So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to meOnly by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn,Of the sun's wreck and clashing surges born
Waggawocky
© Brooks Shirley
A parody on "Jabberwocky, the Chattertonian poem" in Mr. Lewis Carroll's fairy book "Alice through the Looking Glass."
Sink-we Scento
© Brooks Shirley
"After five years the Thames is to receive no sewage." -- Sir B. Hall.
Poem by a Perfectly Furious Academician
© Brooks Shirley
I takes and paints,Hears no complaints,And sells before I'm dry;Till savage RuskinHe sticks his tusk in,Then nobody will buy.
For a' that and a' that
© Brooks Shirley
More luck to honest poverty, It claims respect, and a' that;But honest wealth's a better thing, We dare be rich for a' that
The Darktown Strutters' Ball
© Brooks Shelton
I've got some good news, Honey,An invitation to the Dark-town Ball,It's a very swell affair,All the "high-browns" will be there,I'll wear my high silk hat and a frock tail coat,You wear your Paris gown, and your new silk shawl,There ain't no doubt about it babe,We'll be the best dressed in the hall
hilltop
© Brooker Bertram Richard
who is that on the hilltopdrawing into himself the erect new rosy shafts of early sun
The Caicos Islands, West Indies
© Brooke Gilbert E.
O salt-laden land, with your rocks and your thatch trees,How oft have I toiled through your tropical wildernessThough only returning to jaws of Charybdis --Ephemeral structure, culicidal, chiggeral --Despite protestation
The Night is Darkening round Me
© Emily Jane Brontë
THE night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow ;But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
Six Years Later
© Joseph Brodsky
So long had life together been that nowthe second of January fell againon Tuesday, making her astonished browlift like a windshield wiper in the rain, so that her misty sadness cleared, and showed a cloudless distance waiting up the road
"An autumn evening in the modest square"
© Joseph Brodsky
An autumn evening in the modest squareof a small town proud to have made the atlas(some frenzy drove that poor mapmaker witless,or else he had the daughter of the mayor).
To the Gentleman who offer'd 50 Pounds to any Person who should write the best POEM by May next on five Subjects, viz. Life, Death, Judgment, Heaven and Hell
© Brereton Jane
But fifty Pounds! -- A sorry Sum!You'd more need offer half a Plumb:Five weighty Subjects well to handle?Sir, you forget the Price of Candle;And Leather too; when late and soon,I shall be paceing o'er my Room,Bite close my Nails, and scratch my Head,When other People are in Bed
We sat entwined an hour or two together
© Christopher John Brennan
We sat entwined an hour or two together(how long I know not) underneath pine-treesthat rustled ever in the soft spring weatherstirr'd by the sole suggestion of the breeze:
Sweet silence after bells
© Christopher John Brennan
Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.
