All Poems
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"Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish"
© Lesbia Harford
Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish
Known to me of old;
And there passed me, not much changed, my earliest lover,
Smiling, suffering, cold.
On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher
© Richard Lovelace
I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,
Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,
Not half those souls are lightned by this theme.
Autumn Moonrise
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lamp that risest lone
From thy secret place,
Like a sleeper's face,
Charged with thoughts unknown,
A Christmas Child
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE came to me at Christmas time and made me mother, and it seemed
There was a Christ indeed and He had given me the joy I'd dreamed.
My Greatest Need is You
© Rabia al Basri
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
Of Some Renown by Jean L. Connor: American Life in Poetry #22 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
In this short poem by Vermont writer Jean L. Connor, an older speaker challenges the perception that people her age have lost their vitality and purpose. Connor compares the life of such a person to an egret fishing. Though the bird stands completely still, it has learned how to live in the world, how to sustain itself, and is capable of quick action when the moment is right.
The Man In The South
© Anonymous
The man in the North,
He pledged his troth,
To find a Richmond barber,
But the man in the South,
He mashed his mouth
At a place they call Cold Harbor.
A Country God
© Edmund Blunden
WHEN groping farms are lanterned up
And stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,
Reynard The Fox - Part 2
© John Masefield
Down in the village men awoke,
The chimneys breathed with a faint blue smoke;
The fox slept on, though tweaks and twitches,
Due to his dreams, ran down his flitches.
O Child Beside The Waterfall
© George Barker
O Child beside the Waterfall
what songs without a word
rise from those waters like the call
only a heart has heard-
the Joy, the Joy in all things
rise whistling like a bird.
The Deserted
© Katharine Tynan
Thou Who wert kindest of the kind --
Since out of sight is out of mind --
There's none to do Thee kindnesses
In Thy last anguish and distress.
Thou art left all alone, alone.
Where are Thy faithful lovers flown?
Nostalgia
© Boris Pasternak
To give this book a dedication
The desert sickened,
And lions roared, and dawns of tigers
Took hold of Kipling.
Philiper Flash
© James Whitcomb Riley
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,
His intentions were good--but oh, how sad
"Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies"
© Alfred Austin
Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies
From out her tents behind the screening hill,
Ainsi, Lorsque Souvent
© André Marie de Chénier
Ainsi, lorsque souvent le gouvernail agile
De Douvre ou de Tanger fend la route mobile,
Neither Snow
© William Taylor Collins
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
fleeing the maw of an advancing whale.
Idyll XXVIII. The Distaff
© Theocritus
Distaff, blithely whirling distaff, azure-eyed Athena's gift
To the sex the aim and object of whose lives is household thrift,
Seek with me the gorgeous city raised by Neilus, where a plain
Roof of pale-green rush o'er-arches Aphrodite's hallowed fane.
