All Poems
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The Eumenides
© Edith Wharton
Think you we slept within the Delphic bower,
What time our victim sought Apollos grace?
The Lucky Ones
© Charles Bukowski
stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6:15 p.m.,
these are the lucky ones, these are the
dutifully employed, most with their radios on as loud
as possible as they try not to think or remember.
A Last Appeal
© Edith Nesbit
KNOWING our needs, hardly knowing our powers,
Hear how we cry to you, brothers of ours!--
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. June
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A DAY AT HAMPTON COURT
It is our custom, once in every year,
Mine and two others', when the chestnut trees
Are white at Bushey, Ascot being near,
The Fairest Of Roses
© Hans Adolph Brorson
Now found is the fairest of roses
Its beauty midst thorns it discloses,
Our Jesus this offshoot and dower
Midst us human sinners did flower.
Sea Surface Full Of Clouds
© Wallace Stevens
In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck
An Incindent At Pisa
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``From the common burial--ground
Mark'd by some peculiar bound,
Beppo! who are these that lie
Like one numerous family?''
The Mysterious Naked Man
© Alden Nowlan
A mysterious naked man has been reported
on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing
There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
© William Wordsworth
There is an Eminence,-of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun;
Take Home A Smile
© Edgar Albert Guest
Take home a smile; forget the petty cares,
The dull, grim grind of all the day's affairs;
The day is done, come be yourself awhile:
To-night, to those who wait, take home a smile.
Der Handel
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Des wuchernden Tumultes satt,
Freund, fliehst du aus der vollen Stadt?
Flieh nur allein; ich bleib zuruecke,
Die Messe wag ich noch mein Gluecke.
Nun handl ich auch: doch soll allein
Mein Handel mit den Schoenen sein.
The Shepherd's Calendar - October
© John Clare
Nature now spreads around in dreary hue
A pall to cover all that summer knew
To The Irish Dead
© George Essex Evans
TIS a green isle set in a silver water,
A fairy isle where the shamrock grows.
Easter at Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
You kin talk about your racin' with your horses neck and neck--
We have had one here in Cactus that's the high card in the deck.
Sonnet LXXIII: Maybe you'll remember
© Pablo Neruda
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced man
who slipped out from the dark like a blade
and - before we realized - knew what was there:
he saw the smoke and concluded fire.
The Drovers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THROUGH heat and cold, and shower and sun,
Still onward cheerly driving!
There's life alone in duty done,
And rest alone in striving.
Untitled
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers dont finally meet somewhere
Theyre in each other all along.
