All Poems
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Euterpe
© Henry Kendall
CHILD of Light, the bright, the bird-like! wilt thou float and float to me,
Facing winds and sleets and waters, flying glimpses of the sea?
Naked Girl And Mirror
© Judith Wright
Yet I pity your eyes in the mirror, misted with tears;
I lean to your kiss. I must serve you; I will obey.
Some day we may love. I may miss your going, some day,
though I shall always resent your dumb and fruitful years.
Your lovers shall learn better, and bitterly too,
if their arrogance dares to think I am part of you.
I Saw A Jolly Hunter
© Charles Causley
I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.
Otho And Poppaea: A Dramatic Scene
© Arthur Symons
POPPAEA
I will speak with you
If you will speak for kindness; but your brows
Are sick and stormy: why do you frown on me?
I will not speak unless it is for love.
Dawn On The Night-Journey
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
TILL dawn the wind drove round me. It is past
And still, and leaves the air to lisp of bird,
Little Little Man - With original language version
© Alfonsina Storni
Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.
Poems On Time
© Rabindranath Tagore
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Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Elephants Are Different To Different People
© Carl Sandburg
Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feeds
it? Is it a he or a she? How old is it? Do they have twins? How much does
it cost to feed? How much does it weigh? If it dies, how much will another
one cost? If it dies, what will they use the bones, the fat, and the hide
for? What use is it besides to look at?"
To Edward Lear: on His Travels in Greece
© Alfred Tennyson
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls
Of water, sheets of summer glass,
The long divine Peneian pass,
The vast Akrokeraunian walls,
A Play Festival In Ogden Park
© Harriet Monroe
Oh gay and shining June time!
Oh meadow brave and bright,
Songs Set To Music: 7. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Phillis, this pious talk give o'er,
And modesty pretend no more,
It is too plain an art:
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull
As not to know your heart.
The Silken Shoe
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE firelight danced and wavered
In elvish, twinkling glee
On the leaves and crimson berries
Of the great green Christmas Tree;
Picking Flowers
© Ho Xuan Huong
If you want to pick flowers, you have to hike.
Climbing up, don't worry about your weary bones.
Pluck the low branches, pull down the high.
Enjoy alike the spent blossoms, the tight buds.
He Andado Muchos Caminos
© Antonio Machado
He andado muchos caminos
he abierto muchas veredas;
he navegado en cien mares
y atracado en cien riberas.
The Path Through The Corn
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WAVY and bright in the summer air,
Like a pleasant sea when the wind blows fair,
And its roughest breath has scarcely curled
The green highway to a distant world,--
Lines Written At Venice In 1865
© Frances Anne Kemble
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds
Over the waves that rock thee on their breast;
The Grave
© John Le Gay Brereton
In the grey dawn I lie within my bed
Still as a frozen lake that pats no more
Tarantula, Or The Dance Of Death
© Anthony Evan Hecht
During the plague I came into my own.
It was a time of smoke-pots in the house
Against infection. The blind head of bone
Grinned its abuse
Again
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
JUST to live under green leaves and see them
Just to lie under low stars and watch them wane,
Just to sleep by a kind heart and know it loving
Again
