All Poems
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A Good Knight In Prison
© William Morris
Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.
Overheard on a Saltmarsh
© Harold Monro
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Modern Love XXXIV: Madam Would Speak With Me
© George Meredith
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes:
The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks
Modern Love XXVI: Love Ere He Bleeds
© George Meredith
Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies,
Has earth beneath his wings: from reddened eve
Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman
© George Meredith
What may the woman labour to confess?
There is about her mouth a nervous twitch.
Modern Love XX: I Am Not of Those
© George Meredith
I am not of those miserable males
Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap,
Modern Love XVI: In Our Old Shipwrecked Days
© George Meredith
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
When in the firelight steadily aglow,
Modern Love XLVI: At Last We Parley
© George Meredith
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
In such a close communion! It befell
Modern Love XIV: What Soul Would Bargain
© George Meredith
What soul would bargain for a cure that brings
Contempt the nobler agony to kill?
Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love
© George Meredith
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat:
The union of this ever-diverse pair!
Modern Love II: It Ended, and the Morrow
© George Meredith
It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in
Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept
© George Meredith
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
Lucifer in Starlight
© George Meredith
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend
America
© Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
State's Attorney Fallas
© Edgar Lee Masters
I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker,
Smiter with whips and swords;
Seth Compton
© Edgar Lee Masters
When I died, the circulating library
Which I built up for Spoon River,
Lyman King
© Edgar Lee Masters
You may think, passer-by, that Fate
Is a pit-fall outside of yourself,
Lambert Hutchins
© Edgar Lee Masters
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
One, the house I built on the hill,
Eugenia Todd
© Edgar Lee Masters
Have any of you, passers-by,
Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?
