All Poems
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Sonnet XXVIII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss
Upon the wetted sand. I look, yet dream.
Coda
© Ezra Pound
O My songs,
Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into
people's faces,
Will you find your lost dead among them?
Sonnet LXI: The Song-Throe
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
By thine own tears thy song must tears beget,
O Singer! Magic mirror thou hast none
Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Here am I, bound upon this pillared rock,
Prey to the vulture of a vast desire
That feeds upon my life. I burst my bands
And steal a moment's freedom from the beak,
The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes;
Then comes the false enchantress, with her song;
Flying Furze
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AIRILY, fairily, over the meadows,
Over the broom-grasses waving and gay,
O! see how it shimmers,
How wavers and glimmers,
Flying, and flying away.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 01:
© Conrad Aiken
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea.
The walls and towers are warmed and gleam.
Sounds go drowsily up from streets and wharves.
The city stirs like one that is half in dream.
Ode To Our Young Pro-Consuls Of The Air
© Allen Tate
Once more the country calls
From sleep, as from his doom,
Each citizen to take
His modest stake
Where the sky falls
With a Pacific boom.
Strange Meetings
© Harold Monro
A FLOWER is looking through the
ground,
Blinking at the April weather ;
Now a child has seen the flower :
Now they go and play together.
The Garland
© Matthew Prior
The pride of every grove I chose,
The violet sweet and lily fair,
The dappled pink and blushing rose,
To deck my charming Cloe's hair.
To an Old Grammar
© Martha M Simpson
Oh, mighty conjuror, you raise
The ghost of my lost youth -
The happy, golden-tinted days
When earth her treasure-trove displays,
And everything is truth.
Fear
© Raymond Carver
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Song Of The Rain VII
© Khalil Gibran
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I.
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 251-500 (Whinfield Translation)
© Omar Khayyám
Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,
Of rosy grape-juice take one pint or twain;
Sufis, you say, must not take this or that,
Then go and eat the pebbles off the plain!
Three Pictures Continued
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The first, a woman, nobly limbed and fair,
Standeth at sunset by a famed far sea.
Red are her lips as Love's own kisses were,
Yet speak they never though they smile on me.
