All Poems
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Things Work Out
© Edgar Albert Guest
Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.
Irelands Vengeance
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.
Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,
Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home
Of An Orchard
© Katharine Tynan
Good is an Orchard, the Saint saith,
To meditate on life and death,
With a cool well, a hive of bees,
A hermit's grot below the trees.
A Womans Sonnets: XII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Tis ended truly, truly as was best.
Love is a little thing, for one short day;
You could not make it your life's only quest,
Nor watch the poor corpse long in its decay.
Mother's Party Dress
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Some day," says Ma, "I'm goin' to get
A party dress all trimmed with jet,
At Night
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
How many million stars there be,
That only God hath numbered;
But this one only chosen for me
In time before her face was fled.
Shall not one mortal man alive
Hold up his head?
Crossed Oars
© Boris Pasternak
My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
A Seamark
© Bliss William Carman
COLD, the dull cold! What ails the sun,
And takes the heart out of the day?
What makes the morning look so mean,
The Common so forlorn and gray?
Poetry
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Enobles the heart and the eyes,
and unveils the meaning of all things
upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.
It discovers the secret rays of the universe,
and restores to us forgotten paradises.
The Great Hereafter
© Otway Curry
Tis sweet to think when struggling
The goal of life to win,
That just beyond the shores of time
The better days begin.
To Others Than You
© Dylan Thomas
That though I loved them for their faults
As much as for their good,
My friends were enemies on stilts
With their heads in a cunning cloud.
Phyllidula
© Ezra Pound
Phyllidula is scrawny but amorous,
Thus have the gods awarded her,
That in pleasure she receives more than she can give;
If she does not count this blessed
Let her change her religion.
The Schoolboy
© William Blake
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company.
The Joy To Be
© Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, mother, be you brave of heart and keep
your bright eyes shining;
To Mr. Murray (For Oxford And For Waldegrave)
© George Gordon Byron
For Oxford and for Waldegrave
You give much more than me you gave;
Which is not fairly to behave,
My Murray.
In Front Of The Landscape
© Thomas Hardy
Plunging and labouring on in a tide of visions,
Dolorous and dear,
"Just for joy, take from my palms"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Just for joy, take from my palms
A little sun, a little honey,
As Persephone's bees commanded.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
But thou didst come upon him ere he wist,
A silent highwayman, and take his all
And leave him naked, when the night should fall
As When From Dreams Awaking.
© Caroline Norton
Like the stars, some power divides them
From a world of want and pain;
They are there, but daylight hides them,
And we look for them in vain.
For a while we dwell with sadness,
On the beauty of that dream,
