All Poems
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Balade à sa mère, pour prier nostre Dame
© Francois Villon
Dame du ciel, regente terrienne,Emperiere des infernaux palus,Recevez moy, vostre humble chrestienne,Que comprinse soye entre vos eslus,Ce non obstant qu'oncques rien ne valus
The Hand and the Foot
© Jones Very
The hand and foot that stir not, they shall findSooner than all the rightful place to go;Now in their motion free as roving wind,Though first no snail more limited and slow;I mark them full of labor all the day,Each active motion made in perfect rest;They cannot from their path mistaken stray,Though 't is not theirs, yet in it they are blest;The bird has not their hidden track found out,Nor cunning fox, though full of art he be;It is the way unseen, the certain route,Where ever bound, yet thou art ever free;The path of Him, whose perfect law of loveBids spheres and atoms in just order move
The Eye and Ear
© Jones Very
Thou readest, but each lettered word can give Thee but the sound that thou first gave to it; Thou lookest on the page, things move and live In light thine eye and thine alone has lit; Ears are there yet unstopped, and eyes unclosed, That see and hear as in one common day, When they which present see have long reposed, And he who hears has mouldered too to clay; These ever see and hear; they are in Him, Who speaks, and all is light; how dark before! Each object throws aside its mantle dim, That hid the starry robe that once it wore; And shines full-born disclosing all that is, Itself by all things seen and owned as His
The Cup
© Jones Very
The bitterness of death is on me now,Before me stands its dark unclosing door;Yet to Thy will submissive still I bow,And follow Him who for me went before;The tomb cannot contain me though I die,For His strong love awakes its sleeping dead,And bids them through Himself ascend on highTo Him who is of all the living Head;I gladly enter through the gloomy walls,Where they have passed who loved their Master here;The voice they heard, to me it onward calls,And can when faint my sinking spirit cheer;And from the joy on earth it now has given,Lead on to joy eternal in the heaven
Autumn Leaves
© Jones Very
The leaves though thick are falling; one by oneDecayed they drop from off their parent tree;Their work with autumn's latest day is done,Thou see'st them borne upon its breezes free;They lie strewn here and there, their many dyesThat yesterday so caught thy passing eye;Soiled by the rain each leaf neglected lies,Upon the path where now thou hurriest by;Yet think thou not their beauteous tints less fairThan when they hung so gayly o'er thy head;But rather find thou eyes, with looking thereWhere now thy feet so heedless o'er them tread;And thou shalt see, where wasting now they lie,The unseen hues of immortality
Paraboles
© Paul Verlaine
Soyez béni, Seigneur, qui m'avez fait chrétienDans ces temps de féroce ignorance et de haine;Mais donnez-moi la force et l'audace sereineDe vous être à toujours fidèle comme un chien,
De vous être l'agneau destiné qui suit bienSa mère et ne sait faire au pâtre aucune peine,Sentant qu'il doit sa vie encore, après sa laine,Au maître, quand il veut utiliser ce bien,
Le poisson, pour servir au Fils de monogramme,L'ânon obscur qu'un jour en triomphe il monta,Et, dans ma chair, les porcs qu'à l'abîme il jeta
Le Son du cor
© Paul Verlaine
Le son du cor s'afflige vers les boisD'une douleur on veut croire orphelineQui vient mourir au bas de la collineParmi la bise errant en courts abois.
Intermittences
© Paul Verlaine
Il est des jours, il est des moisIl est jusques à des annéesOù, fui des Muses surannées,Déserté par toutes ses Fois,
Femme et chat
© Paul Verlaine
Elle jouait avec sa chatte,Et c'était merveille de voirLa main blanche et la blanche patteS'ébattre dans l'ombre du soir.
Art Poetique
© Paul Verlaine
De la musique avant toute chose,Et pour cela préfère l'ImpairPlus vague et plus soluble dans l'air,Sans rien en lui qui pèse ou qui pose.
The Long and the Short of It
© Venright Steve
The good news is that Jesus has returned.The bad news is that he's brought his family.The result is that nothing will ever be the same again (not that it ever was).
Echoes from the Greek Anthology
© Henry Van Dyke
I. STARLIGHT1.2Thou lookest on the stars above:1.3Ah, would that I the heaven might be1.4With a million eyes to look on thee.
Leda
© Mona Van Duyn
"Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?"
Poesie
© Paul Valéry
Par la surprise saisie,Une bouche qui buvaitAu sein de la PoésieEn sépare son duvet:
Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd.
© Mark Twain
And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die?And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners cry?
The Wedding Posy
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
Thanks to thy newly-wedded hand, which gaveThese bridal honours to the tomb to-day,A daughter's wedding posy! Who shall sayIt is a truant at a father's grave?O'er the blue hills, fair Edith, thou art gone;Thou and thy votive flowers are sunder'd wide;But still ye are so tenderly alliedOn earth, that your twin sweetness shall be oneIn heaven
To A Greek Girl On The Seashore
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
There are no heathen gods to play the rogueWith wandering maidens, as in olden time;Whose wild Olympian hearts were all agogTo choose their victim, and inflict their crime:Thou hast been gathering flowers, a fragrant store,But no grim Dis has seiz'd thee for his bride;And though thou rovest on this houseless shoreNo horned Zeus betrays thee to the tide
