All Poems
/ page 2913 of 3210 /Feckless With Disgust
© Jerome Rothenberg
All erasure of pain
is like the contrary of
dust that weighs
dark in my lungs
I Vent My Wrath On Animals
© Jerome Rothenberg
I came alive
when things went
crazy.
I pulled the plug on
A Missal Like A Bone
© Jerome Rothenberg
Link by link
I can disown
no link.(R. Duncan)
I search the passage
I Will Not Eat My Poem
© Jerome Rothenberg
I kill for pleasure
not for gain.
A man much more
than you my hands
I Am Not A Native Of This Place
© Jerome Rothenberg
I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rst of you
I hunt for shade
Lines
© Martha Collins
Draw a line. Write a line. There.
Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
between the lines is fine but don't
turn corners, cross, cut in, go over
Pardoned Out
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Im pardoned out. Again the stars
Shine on me with their myriad eyes.
So long Ive peered twixt iron bars,
Im awed by this expanse of skies.
Lines from
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I'd rather have my verses win
A place in common people's hearts,
Who, toiling through the strife and din
Of life's great thoroughfares, and marts,
Refuted
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
So with the deeper joys of which I dreamed:
Life yields more rapture than did childhoods fancies,
And each year brings more pleasure than I waited.
Friendship proves truer than of old it seemed,
And, all beyond youths passion-hued romances,
Love is more perfect than anticipated.
Daft
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the warm yellow smile of the morning,
She stands at the lattice pane,
And watches the strong young binders
Stride down to the fields of grain.
Leudeman's-on-the-River
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Toward even when the day leans down,
To kiss the upturned face of night,
Out just beyond the loud-voiced town
I know a spot of calm delight.
Over The Alley
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here in my office I sit and write
Hour on hour, and day on day,
With no one to speak to from morn till night,
Though I have a neighbour just over the way.
Presumption
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -
I check myself, and say, 'That mighty One
Who made the solar system cannot blunder -
And for the best all things are being done.'
High Noon
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Times finger on the dial of my life
Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day
Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end.
Idler's Song
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I sit in the twilight dim
At the close of an idle day,
And I list to the soft sweet hymn,
That rises far away,
Penalty
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Because of the fullness of what I had,
All that I have seems poor and vain.
If I had not been happy, I were not sad--
Tho' my salt is savorless, why complain?
Foes
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear
As valued friends. He cannot know
The zest of life who runneth here
His earthly race without a foe.
Guerdon
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
At an Old Drawer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Before this scarf was faded,
What hours of mirth it knew;
How gayly it paraded
From smiling eyes to view.
Lay It Away
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We will lay our summer away, my friend,
So tenderly lay it away.
It was bright and sweet to the very end,
Like one long, golden day.