All Poems
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The Rabbit Catcher
© Sylvia Plath
It was a place of force
The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair,
Tearing off my voice, and the sea
Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead
Unreeling in it, spreading like oil.
Rubaiyat 42
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
If like me, you too fall in this trap,
Hold the wine and cup upon your lap.
We are the lovers, burning our tracks,
Join us, if you can put up with the crap.
To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert
© William Wordsworth
CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them
Who may respect my name, that I to thee
Owed many years of early liberty.
This care was thine when sickness did condemn
To Edgar Fawcett
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ART thou some reckless poet, fiercely free,
Singing vague songs an errant brain inspires?
Mad with the ravening force of inward fires,
Whose floods o'erwhelm him like a masterless sea?
Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time
© Thomas Parnell
Methinkes the picture thus instructs my mind
Our hours are fleeting & the last assignd
Soon will it Come too soon alas for most
& all the time we use not well is lost
The Invitation
© Edith Nesbit
DELIA, my dear, delightful Lady,
Time flies in town, you say,
New gowns shine fresh as May,
The Park is glad and gay,
Ah--but the woods are green and shady--
Come, Delia, come away!
The Doves
© William Cowper
Reasoning at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
While meaner things whom instinct leads
Are rarely known to stray.
Light
© George MacDonald
Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.
Exchanges
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
The Redbird
© Madison Julius Cawein
He flies with flirt and fluting-
As flies a crimson star
From flaming star-beds shooting-
From where the roses are.
Sonnet XLVI: Let others sing of knights and paladines
© Samuel Daniel
XLVI
Let others sing of knights and paladines
Spasskoe
© Boris Pasternak
In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.
Isnt it time to close up the summer-house?
I'll clutchand clutch
© Emily Dickinson
I'll clutchand clutch
NextOneMight be the golden touch
Could take it
DiamondsWait
I'm divingjust a little late
But starsgo slowfor night
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva
© Rabindranath Tagore
nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;
nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
kim avarivah? kuha? kasya sarmann?
Ambhah kim asid, gahanam gabhiram?
The River
© Sara Teasdale
I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.
After The Ball
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Silence now reigns in the corridors wide,
The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;
The music is hushed, the revellers gone,
The glittring ball-room deserted and lone,
Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,
Oershadow the housetis after the ball.
Jerusalem
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If God so raise the Dead, shall He pass by
The Captive and the immemorable chain?
At Day-Close In November
© Thomas Hardy
The ten hours' light is abating,
And a late bird flies across,
Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,
Give their black heads a toss.
The God Of The Wood
© Bliss William Carman
HERE all the forces of the wood
As one converge,
To make the soul of solitude
Where all things merge.
The Unloved
© Arthur Symons
These are the women whom no man has loved.
Year after year, day after day has moved
