All Poems
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Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an out of some millionare's long custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smile but I can see
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
Christmas Creek
© Henry Kendall
Phantom streams were in the distance - mocking lights of lake and pool -
Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre - groves of shadows deep and cool!
With every gust of wind
© Matsuo Basho
With every gust of wind,
the butterfly changes its place
on the willow.
On The Barrier
© Roderic Quinn
ON the Barrier Ranges,
Grim, and grey and old,
Spring, the Maid of Wonder,
Spreads her cloth-of-gold;
A Knocker
© Zbigniew Herbert
There are those who grow
gardens in their heads
paths lead from their hair
to sunny and white cities
Loss.
© Robert Crawford
She gave the day its heart of fire,
She gave the night her soul of flame;
The sun and moon translated through
Her love as gods became.
To Fairy
© Henry Timrod
Do you recall - I know you do -
A little gift once made to you -
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
Amiable Thoughts For Someone In A Hospital
© Eli Siegel
A Poem Of Aesthetic Realism
May the things you say to yourself
Be the best for you.
May the things you hear from others
The Angel In The House. Book I. The Prologue.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V.
His purpose with performance crown'd,
He to his well-pleased Wife rehears'd,
When next their Wedding-Day came round,
His leisure's labour, Book the First.
Inscription
© Charlotte Turner Smith
On a Stone, in the Church-Yard at Boreham, in
Essex; raised by the Honourable Elizabeth Olmius,
to the memory of Ann Gardner, who died at New
Hall, after a faithful Service of Forty Years.
The German Legion
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
In the cot beside the water,
In the white cot by the water,
The white cot by the white water,
There they laid the German maid.
Australian Spring
© Hugh McCrae
The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds
(Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black),
Posts down the highway of his late domain,
His spurs like leeches in his bleeding hack.
Sir Hugh; Or The Jew's Daughter
© Andrew Lang
Four-and-twenty bonny boys
Were playing at the ba,
And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh,
And he playd o'er them a'.
A Saxon Epitaph
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Pride of the sword and power
Are theirs at their need
Who shall rule but the root of the flower
The fall of the seed.
The Proof Of Worth
© Edgar Albert Guest
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
Defeat is the proof of your grit;
As I Laye A-Dreamynge
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
After T. I.
As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
