All Poems
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Farm Breakfast
© John Clare
Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife,
And the cat runs to hear the whetted knife,
A weathered skeleton
© Matsuo Basho
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
The Federal City
© Henry Lawson
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!
They are seeking a site for a city, whose eyes shall be always blind,
Whose love for their ease grows greater, and whose care for their country less
They are seeking a site for a citya City of Selfishness.
Questionings
© Peter McArthur
LAUGHTER and Silence for a sword and shield!
O aching heart, what war is this you wage ?
Moorish Bridal Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing
Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh
Of low sweet summer-winds, the branches wooing,
With music through their shadowy bowers went by;
Music and voices, from the marble halls,
Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain-falls.
Sea Holly
© Conrad Aiken
Begotten by the meeting of rock with rock,
The mating of rock and rock, rocks gnashing together;
Sundered Paths
© Mathilde Blind
TWO travellers, worn with sun and rain
And gropings o'er dim paths unknown,
Meet where long separate ways have grown
To one, and then diverge again.
On The Swallow (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Attic maid! with honey fed,
Bear'st thou to thy callow brood
Yonder locust from the mead,
Destined their delicious food?
Father of Love, to Thee I Bend
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Father of love, to thee I bend
My heart, and lift mine eyes;
O let my pray'r and praise ascend
As odours to the skies.
ER GIORNO DER GIUDIZZIO ( On Judgement Day)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Quattro angioloni co le tromme in bocca
Se metteranno uno pe cantone
A ssonà: poi co ttanto de vocione
Cominceranno a dì: "Fora a chi ttocca".
Comfort The Women
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
A Prayer in Time of War
Whence comes the rain that ceaselessly doth fall,
Longfellow
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Across the sea the swift sad message darts
And beats with sudden pang against our hearts.
Under the elm-trees in his homestead old
The Laureate of our land lies dead and cold;
"A young Levite among priests"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
A young Levite among priests,
He remained long on morning watch.
Jewish night grew thick around him,
The ruined temple was solemnly being raised.
The Black Sheep
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
"Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?"
"Yes, sir-yes, sir: a whole world full."
Beethoven
© William Watson
O Master, if immortals suffer aught
Of sadness like to ours, and in like sighs
Children's Rhymes
© Langston Hughes
Lies written down
For white folks
Ain't for us a-tall:
Liberty And Justice;
Huh! For All!
