All Poems
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Yeshwant Rao
© Arun Kolatkar
Are you looking for a god?
I know a good one.
His name is Yeshwant Rao
and he's one of the best.
look him up
when you are in Jejuri next.
The Flower.
© Robert Crawford
I.
The flower in its own scent breathes till it dies
As if the scent its very birth-breath were
(As love is life's) which, while it occupies
The Glowworm
© William Cowper
Beneath the hedge or near the stream,
A worm is known to stray,
That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.
Mother Of Exiles
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Ships on far tracks are stemming through the night;
South, east and west by foreign stars they steer;
Another half--world in the sun lies bright;
The darkness and the wind are here.
Youth And Age.
© Robert Crawford
The last fruit off a tree is oft more sweet
And finely flavoured than the first, and so
Within life's autumn men may pleasures pluck
As sweet as youth's, and more sufficing than
The rank and rare enjoyments of the boy.
Barbarians.
© Robert Crawford
As the crinoid star-fish to the sea-base
By his stem fixed draws bare subsistence in
His straitened sphere, as in the sunless ooze
He turns on his long jointed pedicle,
Will
© Alfred Tennyson
O, well for him whose will is strong!
He suffers, but he will not suffer long;
Looking outward
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The open day is bright with pictures for everyone,
when green fields appear on the distant plain,
Self-Portrait by Zozan Hawez: American Life in Poetry #198 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Now, in the city of rain,
I try to forget my past,
But memories never fade.
Nearer To Us
© Paul Eluard
Run and run towards deliverance
And find and gather everything
Deliverance and riches
Run so quickly the thread breaks
Whoever Brought Me Here
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
To ---
© Samuel Rogers
Go--you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away.
There's such a charm in melancholy,
I would not, if I could, be gay.
The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton)
© Oscar Wilde
Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.
Alfred Tennyson
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep,
Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is unstrung?
What voice shall rouse the dull world from its sleep
And lead its requiem as when Grief was young,
Meth Below The Tree
© William Barnes
O when theäse elems' crooked boughs,
A'most too thin to sheäde the cows,
In The French Translation Of Lucan, By Monsieur De Brebeuf
© Andrew Marvell
C'est de luy que nous vient cet Art ingenieux
De peindre la Parole, et deparler aua Yeux;
Et, parles traits divers de figures tracees,
Donner de la couleur et du corps aux pensees.
The Dreamer
© David MacDonald Ross
WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour
Their floods in Slumber Seas
