All Poems
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A Valentine
© Madison Julius Cawein
My life is grown a witchcraft place
Through gazing on thy form and face.
Jesu
© George Herbert
Jesu is in my heart, his sacred name
Is deeply carved there; but th' other week
The After-Dinner Smoke
© Edgar Albert Guest
THROUGH the smoke clouds that I blow
I can see the Long Ago
Min Anden Skabelse
© Jens Baggesen
Udannet sprang jeg af min Moders Arme,
Udannet fra min Ungdoms Leders Haand;
My Spirit Longs for Thee
© John Byrom
My spirit longs for thee
Within my troubled breast
Though I unworthy be
Of so divine a guest:
The Eye's Treasury
© James Russell Lowell
Gold of the reddening sunset, backward thrown
In largess on my tall paternal trees,
"If the Moon On the Skies..."
© Anna Akhmatova
If the moon on the skies does not roam,
But cools, like a seal above,
My dead husband enters the home
To read the letters of love.
A Comedy
© Edith Nesbit
MADAM, you bade me act a part,
A comedy of your devising--
Forbade me to consult my heart,
To be sincere--or compromising.
Contentment
© Ada Cambridge
Then vice be with us, although blood be shed.
No pact with powers partizan and blind;
No peace with Custom that makes right of wrong.
We shall content us when the starved are fed
When men and brothers are agreed and kind,
And there is fair play between weak and strong.
The Demon Of The Study
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,
And eats his meat and drinks his ale,
And beats the maid with her unused broom,
And the lazy lout with his idle flail;
But he sweeps the floor and threshes the corn,
And hies him away ere the break of dawn.
The King and Queen and I
© Henry Lawson
Were strangers two to two, and each unto the other three
I do not know the lady and I dont think she knows me.
Were strangers to each other here, and to the other two,
And they themselves are strangers yet, if all we hear is true.
Tied Down
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They tie you down," a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
Their childhood is so brief that we
Should hesitate to spoil their fun,
Viejo Estribillo
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
¿Quién es esa sirena de la voz tan doliente,
de las carnes tan blancas, de la trenza tan bruna?
-Es un rayo de luna que se baña en la fuente,
es un rayo de luna…
IV: Rouge Gagne
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the Victory!
Nine stages towards Knowing
© Benjamin Jonson
Abstracted in art,
in architecture,
in scholars detail;
Reply to Comrade Guo Moruo 1961
© Mao Zedong
A thunderstorm burst over the earth,
So a devil rose from a heap of white bones.
A Father To His Son
© Carl Sandburg
A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
Sonnet X: The Portrait
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O Lord of all compassionate control,
O Love! let this my lady's picture glow
