All Poems
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Life is but a Dream
© Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Wiltshire Downs
© Andrew Young
The cuckoos double note
Loosened like bubbles from a drowning throat
Floats through the air
In mockery of pipit, lark and stare.
What Rabbi Jehosha Said
© James Russell Lowell
Rabbi Jehosha had the skill
To know that Heaven is in God's will;
And doing that, though for a space
One heart-beat long, may win a grace
As full of grandeur and of glow
As Princes of the Chariot know.
Movement
© Arthur Rimbaud
Car de la causerie parmi les appareils, - le sang ; les fleurs, le feu, les bijoux -
Des comptes agités à ce bord fuyard,
- On voit, roulant comme une digue au delà de la route hydraulique motrice,
Monstrueux, s'éclairant sans fin, - leur stock d'études ;
Eux chassés dans l'extase harmonique,
Et l'héroïsme de la découverte.
The Broken Circle
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,
The waste that careless Nature owns;
Lone tenants of her bleak domain,
Loomed huge and gray the Druid stones.
Minority Poem
© Nissim Ezekiel
In my room, I talk
to my invisible guests:
they do not argue, but wait
For The Commemoration Services
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,
Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,
Four winters wore the shroud the tempest weaves,
The fourth wan April weeps o'er hill and vale;
Breton Afternoon
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the
sun-stained air,
On a steep hill-side, on a grassy ledge, I have lain hours long
and heard
Only the faint breeze pass in a whisper like a prayer,
And the river ripple by and the distant call of a bird.
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low
He threw a Menace at the Earth
A Menace at the Sky.
Jane's Marriage
© Rudyard Kipling
Jane lies in Winchester, blessed be her shade!
Praise the Lord for making her, and her for all she made.
And while the stones of Winchester-or Milson Street-remain,
Glory, Love, and Honour unto England's Jane!
At Long Last
© Ada Cambridge
Late, late, the prize is drawn, the goal attained,
The Heart's Desire fulfilled, Love's guerdon gained.
Wealth's use is past, Fame's crown of laurel mocks
The downward-drooping head and grizzled locks.
The end is reached-the end of toil and strife-
The end of life.
Sonnet 7: When Nature
© Sir Philip Sidney
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light?
I'm My Own Grandpa
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, she's as pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed.
To A Friend In Elysium
© Joachim du Bellay
But you are happy in the quiet place,
And with the learned lovers of old days,
And with your love, you wander ever-more
In the dim woods, and drink forgetfulness
Of us your friends, a weary crowd that press
About the gate, or labour at the oar.
The Travelling Companion
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Into the silence of the empty night
I went, and took my scorned heart with me,
And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;
But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.
Stings
© Sylvia Plath
Bare-handed, I hand the combs.
The man in white smiles, bare-handed,
Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet,
The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
He and I
