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La petite souris
© Maurice Rollinat
Crac! la voilà sur la planchette
A deux doigts du frêle ingénu!
Mais le chat noir est survenu:
Elle rentre dans sa cachette,
La petite souris blanchette.
For A Picture
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
That nose is out of drawing. With a gasp,
She pants upon the passionate lips that ache
With the red drain of her own mouth, and make
A monochord of colour. Like an asp,
Kansas
© Harry Kemp
Let other countries glory in their past,
But Kansas glories in her days to be,
In her horizons limitless and vast,
Her plains that storm the senses like
Against The Love Of Great Ones
© Richard Lovelace
How il doth majesty injoy
The bow and gaity oth' boy,
As if the purple-roabe should sit,
And sentence give ith' chayr of wit.
Going Home
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
UNDER the young moon's slender shield
With the wind's cool lips on mine,
I went home from the Rabitty Field
As the clocks were striking nine.
Bird Language
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
One day in the bluest of summer weather,
Sketching under a whispering oak,
I heard five bobolinks laughing together
Over some ornithological joke.
Sonnett - XI
© James Russell Lowell
There never yet was flower fair in vain,
Let classic poets rhyme it as they will;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE
Oh, Juliet, we have quarrelled with our fate,
And fate has struck us. Wherefore do we cry?
We prayed for liberty, and now too late
Letter From Under The Sea
© Nizar Qabbani
I desire you...so teach me not to desire
teach me...
how to cut the roots of your love from the depths
teach me...
how tears may die in the eyes
and love may commit suicide
The Rough Little Rascal
© Edgar Albert Guest
A smudge on his nose and a smear on his cheek
And knees that might not have been washed in a week;
A bump on his forehead, a scar on his lip,
A relic of many a tumble and trip:
A rough little, tough little rascal, but sweet,
Is he that each evening I'm eager to meet.
The Old Cumberland Beggar
© William Wordsworth
. I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
Boy and Egg by Naomi Shihab Nye: American Life in Poetry #30 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Naomi Shihab Nye lives in San Antonio, Texas. Here she perfectly captures a moment in childhood that nearly all of us may remember: being too small for the games the big kids were playing, and fastening tightly upon some little thing of our own.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O fool! O false! I have abandoned Heaven,
And sold my wealth for metal of base kind.
O frail disciple of a fair creed given
For human hope when all the world was blind!
A Summer's Night
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
The Long Room
© Madison Julius Cawein
HE found the long room as it was of old,
Glimmering with sunset's gold;
That made the tapestries seem full of eyes
Strange with a wild surmise:
Night Piece
© Alexander Pushkin
I can't sleep, and there's no light,
Mirk all round and restless slumber,
Tickings near me without number,
Monotonous clock measuring night!
The Locust
© Madison Julius Cawein
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,
Makest meridian music, long and loud,
Cut
© Sylvia Plath
What a thrill -
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
