All Poems
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Show The Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
Show the flag and let it wave
As a symbol of the brave
Let it float upon the breeze
As a sign for each who sees
That beneath it, where it rides,
Loyalty to-day abides.
Farewell to Salvini
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Although a curtain of the salt sea-mist
May fall between the actor and our eyes
Although he change, for dear and softer skies,
These that the Spring has yet but coyly kist
Fragments
© Madison Julius Cawein
The fields of space gleam bright, as if some ancient giant, old
As the moon and her extinguished mountains,
Had dipped his fingers huge into the twilight's sea of gold
And sprinkled all the heavens from these fountains.
Epigram II: Kissing Helena
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Kissing Helena, together
With my kiss, my soul beside it
Came to my lips, and there I kept it,--
For the poor thing had wandered thither,
To follow where the kiss should guide it,
Oh, cruel I, to intercept it!
"This evening I'm alone"
© Lesbia Harford
This evening I'm alone.
I wish there'd be
Someone to come along
And talk to me.
The Poor Little Toe
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
I am all tired out with talk.
Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be-
And then have to walk-walk-walk.
Song II. The Landscape
© William Shenstone
How pleased within my native bowers
Erewhile I pass'd the day!
Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers?
Were ever flowers so gay?
The Two Children Pt 1
© Emily Jane Brontë
Heavy hangs the rain-drop
From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
On uplands far away.
The Song
© Charles Mair
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth,
Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!
The Refreshment
© Katharine Tynan
If I could have foreseen this hour,
What terror and anguish I had seen!
And not this time of joy at flower,
Cool waters and a garden green.
from The Nerve Meter
© Antonin Artaud
An actor is seen as if through crystals.
Inspiration in stages.
One musnt let in too much literature.
Sonnet XXVIII: From Fatal Interview
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
Lonesome Place
© Langston Hughes
I got to leave this town.
Its a lonesome place.
Got to leave this town cause
Its a lonesome place.
A po, po boy cant
Find a friendly face.
On A Clean Book
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Like sea-washed sand upon the shore,
So fine and clean the tale,
So clear and bright I almost see,
The flashing of a sail.
Maximus
© Adelaide Anne Procter
I hold him great who, for Love's sake,
Can give with generous, earnest will;
Yet he who takes for Love's sweet sake
I think I hold more generous still.
Sonnet XXXV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad.
The outer day, void statue of lit blue,
Words For The Axe
© Larry Levis
Each day I go further into the woods.
They fall before me like a road
Without stars, and without a curve.
It goes on the ocean, now.
Aspiration (excerpt)
© Thomas Traherne
For being freed from all defect
They feel no fleshly war,
Or rather both the flesh and mind
At length united are,
For joying in so rich a peace
They can admit no jar.
Absence
© Frances Anne Kemble
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
Sonnet IX. To A Virtuous Young Lady
© John Milton
Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the Hill of heav'nly Truth,
