All Poems
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Pejar Creek
© Dame Mary Gilmore
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where the Pejar rises
Springs the Wollondilly,
Twinned upon the mountains
Babbling brook and ghyllie;
Sonnet XIII
© Caroline Norton
THE WEAVER.
LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain,
Wandering at pleasure 'neath the shady trees,
While the light glossy silk or rustling train
Fragment: Modern Love
© John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme
© Benjamin Jonson
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
That expresseth but by fits
O Singer in Brown
© Dame Mary Gilmore
O, singer in brown!
O, bird o' th' morn!
O, heart of delight
In th' deep o' th' thorn!
La Liberte
© André Marie de Chénier
Tu te plais mieux sans doute au bois, à la prairie;
Tu le peux. Assieds-toi parmi l'herbe fleurie:
Moi, sous un antre aride, en cet affreux séjour,
Je me plais sur le roc à voir passer le jour.
No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest
© Dame Mary Gilmore
Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
Children of Erin's green isle,
Nationality
© Dame Mary Gilmore
I have grown past hate and bitterness,
I see the world as one;
But though I can no longer hate,
My son is still my son.
Marri'd
© Dame Mary Gilmore
ITS singin in an out,
An feelin full of grace;
Here n there, up an down,
An round about th place.
Rainy Night
© Dorothy Parker
Ghosts of all my lovely sins,
Who attend too well my pillow,
Gay the wanton rain begins;
Hide the limp and tearful willow.
Eve- Song
© Dame Mary Gilmore
He said he was strong. He had no strength
But that which comes of breadth and length.
He said he was fond. But his fondness proved
The flame of an hour when he was moved.
He said he was true. His truth was but
A door that winds could open and shut.
The Ballade Of The Glutton
© Norman Rowland Gale
O Redcoats of England, who struggle and dare,
Your glory's a morsel no glutton can please;
My yearning is all for a soft-cushioned chair,
Soused salmon and lamb and young ducks and green peas.
Peut être
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Le nuage sest battu
avec le sable,
sous la pluie
des «non» et des «oui»,
Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday
© Dorothy Parker
So let me have the rouge again,
And comb my hair the curly way.
The poor young men, the dear young men
They'll all be here by noon today.
Des limites
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
De petits morceaux de verre
dans la chambre vide
des murmures incompréhensibles,
causent du sang
Sudden Shower
© John Clare
Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:
Des refus
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Le bruit des autos
ferme à clé laube
avec des réponses coupées
et des refus inadmis
