All Poems
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The Midnight Skaters
© Edmund Blunden
Then on, blood shouts, on, on,
Twirl, wheel and whip above him,
Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,
Use him as though you love him;
Court him, elude him, reel and pass,
And let him hate you through the glass.
The Log Jam
© William Henry Drummond
Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas',
An' de log we cut las' winter is takin' it all de room;
My Thanks,
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T is said that in the Holy Land
The angels of the place have blessed
The pilgrim's bed of desert sand,
Like Jacob's stone of rest.
The Breeze at Dawn
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
A Christmas Carol
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
Social Inequality
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Puss with a ribbon met pussy with none.
Who stopped for a friendly chat;
But the ribboned Pussy said coldly "Begone,
You common, insolent cat!
A Song in Time of Order. 1852
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
PUSH hard across the sand,
For the salt wind gathers breath;
Shoulder and wrist and hand,
Push hard as the push of death.
Christmas Eve
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Friend, old friend in the Manse by the fireside sitting,
Hour by hour while the grey ash drips from the log;
You with a book on your knee, your wife with her knitting,
Silent both, and between you, silent, the dog.
A Changeling
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My Future lay cradled asleep;
I kissed the sweet mouth and she smiled
A Song. For the Centennial Celebration of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
When the Puritans came over
Our hills and swamps to clear,
Verses For After-Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PHI BETA KAPPA SOCIETY, 1844
I WAS thinking last night, as I sat in the cars,
With the charmingest prospect of cinders and stars,
Next Thursday is--bless me!--how hard it will be,
If that cannibal president calls upon me!
The Dangerous Little Boy Fairies
© Vachel Lindsay
In fairyland the little boys
Would rather fight than eat their meals.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 05 - Origins Of Vegetable And Animal Life
© Lucretius
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolved
By what arrangements all things come to pass
Family Reunion
© Sylvia Plath
Like a diver on a lofty spar of land
Atop the flight of stairs I stand.
A whirlpool leers at me,
I cast off my identity
And make the fatal plunge.
The Song Of Gracia
© George Essex Evans
A touch, a joy, a something there
That for my sake hath never shone;
Too well I deem in my despair
Her fairest dream I may not share,
And she is gone
