All Poems
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Lilac Blossoms
© Padraic Colum
WE mark the playing-time of sun and rain,
Until the rain too heavily upon us
Interlude
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Mid this hot green glowing gloom
A word falls with a raindrop's boom...
Like baskets of ripe fruit in air
The bird-songs seem, suspended where
One by One
© Adelaide Anne Procter
One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall:
Some are coming, some are going;
Do not strive to grasp them all.
Peace
© Sara Teasdale
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.
Early Affeection
© George Moses Horton
I loved thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty's ray;
And will until life's eve comes on,
And beauty's blossom fades away;
And when all things go well with thee,
With smiles or tears remember me.
The Crusader
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;
Blest are the pure in heart
© John Keble
Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs;
Their soul is Christs abode.
But The Artist...
© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and merely covered her face with her hands.
Amonova and Strakhova said that first the girl should have been taken off to the bathroom and washed between her legs, as any whiff of such an aroma was simply repulsive.
May The Fruit Never Be Plucked
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough
And gathered into barrels.
Magnolia Shoals
© Sylvia Plath
Up here among the gull cries
we stroll through a maze of pale
red-mottled relics, shells, claws
Won't you come and see
© Matsuo Basho
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
Of The Loss of Time
© John Hoskins
If life be time that here is lent,
And time on earth be cast away,
Whoso his time hath here misspent,
Hath hastened his own dying day:
So it doth prove a killing crime
To massacre our living time.
The Snowstorm
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
I know The Music (unfinished)
© Wilfred Owen
All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:
The Recordyng Of Aungeles Song Of The Natiuite Of Oure Lady.
© Thomas Hoccleve
HOnured be thu, blisseful lord benigne, That now vntó man wil be merciábleAs he may se apertly be a signe,A braunche, þat sprongen is ful profitable,fful fresch & faire, & heily commendable Of Iesse-is Rote, þat called is marie,That schal the blisseful appil fructifie.
A blisful flour, owt of this spray schal springe; The fruyt þer-of schal be ful precïous;A causë haue [we] for to ioye & synge,In honure of þat maidë gracïous,That gret comfort schal cause[n] vnto vs; ffor now schal faste oure company encrees,And god with man schal makë smallë pees.
Employment [II]
© George Herbert
He that is weary, let him sit.
My soul would stirre
And trade in courtesies and wit
Quitting the furre
To cold complexions needing it.
Lines II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YE cannot add by any pile ye raise,
One jot or tittle to the statesman's fame;
That the world knows; to the far future days
Belongs his glory, and its radiant flame
February
© Sara Teasdale
They spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say.
