All Poems
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Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year
© Raymond Carver
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen
I study my father's embarrassed young man's face.
Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string
of spiny yellow perch, in the other
a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.
Rubaiyat 08
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
My beloved is brighter than the sun,
Put in the heavens, my only one.
Placed the hearts upon the earth
To watch the suns daily run.
Islet The Dachs
© George Meredith
Our Islet out of Helgoland, dismissed
From his quaint tenement, quits hates and loves.
There lived with us a wagging humourist
In that hound's arch dwarf-legged on boxing-gloves.
The Headless Horseman
© Madison Julius Cawein
On the black road through the wood
As I rode,
There the Headless Horseman stood;
By the wild pool in the wood,
As I rode.
Autumn
© Boris Pasternak
I have allowed my family to scatter,
All those who were my dearest to depart,
And once again an age-long loneliness
Comes in to fill all nature and my heart.
Sonnet XII: The Lovers' Walk
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise
On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:
Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
© Pablo Neruda
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
Book Of Contemplation - For Woman
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
By Heaven she could not straightened be.
Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;
If left alone, more crooked grows madam;
What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?-
For woman due allowance make;
'Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!
The Arctic Voyager
© Henry Timrod
Shall I desist, twice baffled? Once by land,
And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms,
World Strangeness
© William Watson
Strange the world about me lies,
Never yet familiar grown-
Still disturbs me with surprise,
Haunts me like a face half known.
From The Break The Nightingale
© William Ernest Henley
From the brake the Nightingale
Sings exulting to the Rose;
Blue Hyacinths
© Adelaide Crapsey
In your
Curled petals what ghosts
Of blue headlands and seas,
What perfumed immortal breath sighing
Of Greece.
Portii Licinii
© Richard Lovelace
Si Phoebi soror es, mando tibi, Delia, causam,
Scilicet, ut fratri quae peto verba feras:
Marmore Sicanio struxi tibi, Delphice, templum,
Et levibus calamis candida verba dedi.
Nunc, si nos audis, atque es divinus Apollo,
Dic mihi, qui nummos non habet unde petat.
Sonnet
© Judith Wright
Now let the draughtsman of my eyes be done
marking the line of petal and of hill.
Let the long commentary of the brain
be silent. Evening and the earth are one,
The Choice
© Edith Nesbit
PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town,
Its paved and sordid mazes,
Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown
With buttercups and daisies!
The Cloud
© Charles Harpur
And oh! she said, that by some act of grace
Twere mine to succour yon fierce-toiling race,
To give the hungry meat, the thirsty drink
The thought of good is very sweet to think.
Marvoil
© Ezra Pound
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,
And because I have small mind to sit
Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin,
I ha' taken to rambling the South here.
