All Poems

The Seven Sisters

© William Wordsworth

Or, The Solitude Of Binnorie

SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,

Versicles

© George Gordon Byron

I Read the 'Christabel';
  Very well:
I read the Missionary';
  Pretty - very

Garden Dream

© Margaret Widdemer

But I was planting out my garden-close
With wands of lily and with slips of rose,
And their scented wavings made the air so sweet
That I could not listen to the trampling feet . . .
(Yet there blew a perfume from the garden-bed
That changed the evil weeds to white and red!)

Leggett’s Monument

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Yes, pile the marble o'er him! It is well

That ye who mocked him in his long stern strife,

At The Close Of The Canvass

© Ambrose Bierce

'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,
All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;
And in a Jeremiad of objurgatory warning
He lifted up his jodel to the following effect:

Proust’s Madeleine

© Kenneth Rexroth

Somebody has given my

Baby daughter a box of

Me prove it now—Whoever doubt

© Emily Dickinson

Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it—now—
Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity—

Twenty-One Love Poems VI

© Adrienne Rich

A New Year's Plea

© Edgar Albert Guest

Lord, let me stand in the thick of the fight,
Let me bear what I must without whining;
Grant me the wisdom to do what is right,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.

Debussy [with English translation]

© Federico Garcia Lorca

Una luz nace en mi pecho,
reflejado, de la acequia.
~~~~~~~
My shadow glides in silence
over the watercourse.

The Inner Fields

© Sri Aurobindo

Floating like stars upon a strip of sky.
This world behind is made of truer stuff
Than the manufactured tissue of earth's grace.
There we can walk and see the gods go by
And sip from Hebe's cup nectar enough
To make for us heavenly limbs and deathless face.

The Picture on the Wall

© Henry Clay Work

Among the brave and loyal,
How many lov'd ones fall!
Whose friends bereft,
Have only left, only left
A picture on the wall.

At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

[One of the Bearers Soliloquizes:]

. . . Room in your heart for him, O Mother Earth,

Psalm VIII.

© John Milton

O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth?
So as above the Heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth,

In Laleham Churchyard

© William Watson

'Twas at this season, year by year,
The singer who lies songless here
Was wont to woo a less austere,
 Less deep repose,
Where Rotha to Winandermere
 Unresting flows,-

The Two Glasses

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.

Heart Of My Heart

© Madison Julius Cawein

Here where the season turns the land to gold,

  Among the fields our feet have known of old,--

To F--

© Edgar Allan Poe

Beloved! amid the earnest woes


  That crowd around my earthly path-

Snake

© Padraic Colum

BUT, Snake, you must not come where we abide,

For you would tempt us; we should hear you say:

The Soul Of Spain

© Ernest Hemingway

Bill's father would never knowingly sit down at table with a Democrat.
Now Bill says democracy must go.
Go on democracy.
Democracy is the shit.
Relativity is the shit.