All Poems
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Idea XX: An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still
© Michael Drayton
An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd,
That Time and Absence proves Rather helps than hurts to loves
© John Donne
ABSENCE hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength
Distance and length:
Do what thou canst for alteration
For hearts of truest mettle 5
Absence doth join and Time doth settle.
Death
© John Donne
DEATH be not proud though some have call¨¨d thee
Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so:
A Lame Beggar
© John Donne
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
Dickinson Poems by Number
© Emily Dickinson
One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
Litanies of the Rose
© Rémy De Gourmont
Rose with dark eyes,
mirror of your nothingness,
rose with dark eyes,
make us believe in the mystery,
hypocrite flower,
flower of silence.
Divine Epigrams: Samson to his Delilah
© Richard Crashaw
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.
With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning
© Arthur Hugh Clough
It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Ah! Yet Consider it Again!
© Arthur Hugh Clough
"Old things need not be therefore true,"
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Summer
© John Clare
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
The Breast of the Sea
© Syl Cheney-Coker
After our bloody century, the sea will groan
under its weight, somewhere between breasts and anus.
Of Hope and Dinosaurs
© Syl Cheney-Coker
Always, we searched in the stone river,
while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us,
Blood Money
© Syl Cheney-Coker
Along the route of this river,
with a little luck, we shall chance upon
An A.b.c
© Geoffrey Chaucer
AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet
The Triumph Of Achilles
© Paul Celan
In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.
What Has Happened To Lulu?
© Charles Causley
What has happened to Lulu, mother?
What has happened to Lu?
There’s nothing in her bed but an old rag-doll
And by its side a shoe.
Low Tide on Grand Pré
© Bliss William Carman
A grievous stream, that to and fro
Athrough the fields of Acadie
Goes wandering, as if to know
Why one beloved face should be
So long from home and Acadie.
410. Epigram-Kirk and State Excisemen
© Robert Burns
YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
’Gainst poor Excisemen? Give the cause a hearing:
What are your Landlord’s rent-rolls?—Taxing ledgers!
What Premiers?—What ev’n Monarchs?—Mighty Gaugers!
Nay, what are Priests? (those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but Spiritual Excisemen!
409. Epigram-The Raptures of Folly
© Robert Burns
THOU greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures;
Give me with young Folly to live;
I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has raptures to give.
