All Poems
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North Wind in October
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Out of the golden-green and white Of the brake the fir-trees stand upright
In the forest of flame, and wave aloft
To the blue of heaven their blue-green tuftings soft.
The Aeolian Harp
© Herman Melville
List the harp in window wailing
Stirred by fitful gales from sea:
Shrieking up in mad crescendo--
Dying down in plaintive key!
On The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture.
© Mary Barber
Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art
To paint the Goodness of the Heart
The flatt'ring Teint let others prize;
You call the Soul into the Eyes:
How the Rhinoceros got His Skin
© Rudyard Kipling
This Uninhabited Island
Is near Cape Gardafui;
But it's hot-too hot-of Suez
For the likes of you and me
Ever to go in a P. & O.
To call on the Cake Parsee.
To The White Julienne
© Mary Hannay Foott
AGAIN above thy fragile flowers
I bend, to bring their perfume nigh;
Lint by Gary Metras : American Life in Poetry #257 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Often when I dig some change out of my jeans pocket to pay somebody for something, the pennies and nickels are accompanied by a big gob of blue lint. So it’s no wonder that I was taken with this poem by a Massachusetts poet, Gary Metras, who isn’t embarrassed.
Lint
It doesn’t bother me to have
John McKeen
© James Whitcomb Riley
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,
His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,
His face unshaven, and none the less,
His hearty laugh and his wholesomeness,
And the wealth of a workman's vote!
Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
He shines through history like a sun.
For thrice five years
He bore bright victory through the dun
King-shadowed spheres;
Indian Woman's Death-Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Non, je ne puis vivre avec un coeur brisé® Il faut que je retrouve la joie, et que je m'unisse aux esprits libres de l'air.
Bride of Messina,
Madame De Stael
Let not my child be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman.
The Prairie.
The Overlander
© Anonymous
There's a trade you all know well -
It's bringing cattle over:
I'll tell you all about the time
When I became a drover.
A Street Of Ghosts
© Madison Julius Cawein
The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes,
Dreams in this quaint forgotten street,
That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,--
Left by the sea's receding beat,--
Far from the city's restless feet.
Am Rhein. - No. III.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HE shtood peside de Kloster-place,
Oopon de Rheinisch shore,
Und dere he saw a lofely face,
He'd seen in treams pefore.
Invocation
© François Coppée
Enfant blonde aux doux yeux, ô rose de Norvège,
Qu'un jour j'ai rencontrée aux bords du bleu Léman,
Cygne pur émigré de ton climat de neige!
Inscription For An Eagles Foot
© John Kenyon
BROUGHT TO ENGLAND BY SIR CHARLES FELLOWS, AND NOW PART OF THE FURNITURE OF HIS LIBRARY TABLE.
MeLycia nursed amid her blaze of day;
Antwerp And Bruges
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I climbed the stair in Antwerp church,
What time the circling thews of sound
May-Day Ode
© William Makepeace Thackeray
But yesterday a naked sod
The dandies sneered from Rotten Row,
