All Poems
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April Rain Song
© Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Optimism
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of those, to rest the weary ear
Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain
Of human discontent and grief and pain.
Rebirth
© Rudyard Kipling
If any God should say,
"I will restore
The world her yesterday
Whole as before
My Judgment blasted it"-who would not lift
Heart, eye, and hand in passion o'er the gift?
Music
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
IV.
As one who drinks from a charmed cup
Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine,
Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up,
Invites to love with her kiss divine...
The Drawbacks Of Poverty
© Confucius
On the left of the way, a russet pear-tree
Stands there all alone--a fit image of me.
There is that princely man! O that he would come,
And in my poor dwelling with me be at home!
In the core of my heart do I love him, but say,
Whence shall I procure him the wants of the day?
Sobre Las Olas (On The Waves)
© Jean Cocteau
The boys in striped knitware
make the waves sprout--is it a storm?
Acquainted With The Night
© Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
The Old-Home Folks
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who shall sing a simple ditty all about the Willow,
Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray
That dandles high the happy bird that flutters there to trill a
Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.
The Coromandel Fishers
© Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
Damascus, What Are You Doing to Me?
© Nizar Qabbani
3
I return to the womb in which I was formed . . .
To the first book I read in it . . .
To the first woman who taught me
The geography of love . . .
And the geography of women . . .
Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been
© William Wordsworth
AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
About her home; but she had never seen
A glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.
It Couldnt Be Done
© Edgar Albert Guest
Somebody said that it couldnt be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
The Narrow Way
© Anne Brontë
Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
And faint before the truth.
Five Letters To My Mother
© Nizar Qabbani
Good morning sweetheart.
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.
Fragment
© Christopher Marlowe
I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare,
Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaint
The dullest sight with all the glorious prey
That in the pebble-paved channel lay.
