All Poems
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Fishing Reasons
© Edgar Albert Guest
Fish can be bought in the market place,
So it isn't the fish I'm after.
Into The World
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Out over childhood's borders,
Manhood's brave banners unfurled,
Weighed down with precepts and orders
A boy has gone into the world.
Es ist alles eitel
© Andreas Gryphius
Du siehst, wohin du siehst, nur Eitelkeit auf Erden.
Was dieser heute baut, reißt jener morgen ein;
Wo jetzund Städte stehn, wird eine Wiese sein,
Auf der ein Schäferskind wird spielen mit den Herden;
Carvalhos
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Earth, I love thee well;
And well dost thou requite me.
I have no tongue to tell
How this day thou hast thrilled
With wonder, to delight me,
My heart, intensely stilled.
Maude.
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A BALLAD OF THE OLDEN TIME.
Around the castle turrets fiercely moaned the autumn blast,
And within the old lords daughter seemed dying, dying fast;
While oer her couch in frenzied grief the stricken father bent,
And in deep sobs and stifled moans his anguish wild found vent.
A Friends Greeting
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
October
© John Jay Chapman
A day all zenith; the enclosing air,
Like to the lens of a vast telescope,
Shows the enameled globe, which now doth wear
Its gayest motley; every jutting slope
And quiet spire appears both far and near,
Seen through the splendor of the atmosphere.
On A Midge
© George MacDonald
Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you
Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes
Mount Erebus: (A Fragment)
© Henry Kendall
A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire,
Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime
Sonnet -- The Mariner
© Mary Darby Robinson
THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye
Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;
When the keen blast descending from the sky,
Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep.
Knowledge
© Aline Murray Kilmer
SOME learn it in their youth,
Some after bitter years:
There is no escape from the truth
Though we drown in our tears.
"Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim"
© Thomas Hood
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night,
The Shadow-Third
© Roderic Quinn
THEY met in the old conventional way,
And married, and that was the end
Of a little matter that touched three hearts
A girl, a man, and his friend.
What I Have Seen #4
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,
Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;
Indian Summer by Diane Glancy : American Life in Poetry #233 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Diane Glancy is one of our country’s Native American poets, and I recently judged her latest book, Asylum in the Grasslands, the winner of a regional competition. Here is a good example of her clear and steady writing.
Indian Summer
There’s a farm auction up the road.
In Solitude
© Virna Sheard
He is not desolate whose ship is sailing
Over the mystery of an unknown sea,
For some great love with faithfulness unfailing
Will light the stars to bear him company.
