All Poems
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Humanity
© Gregory Corso
What simple profundities
What profound simplicities
To sit down among the trees
and breathe with them
in murmur brool and breeze
The Eye of the Beholder
© James Lionel Michael
IF, as they tell in stories old,
The waters of Pactolus rolld
Larry OToole
© William Makepeace Thackeray
You've all heard of Larry O'Toole,
Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto I.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V Perspective
What seems to us for us is true.
The planet has no proper light,
And yet, when Venus is in view,
No primal star is half so bright.
Say Something To Me
© James Whitcomb Riley
Say something to me! I've waited so long--
Waited and wondered in vain;
The Shepherds Calendar - March
© John Clare
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar
The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,
And their good Subjects worthily preferre:
Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,
And those that vertuous are, she doth commend.
At Times I Have
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free…
In Egypt
© Virna Sheard
All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.
Songs of the Autumn Nights
© George MacDonald
O night, send up the harvest moon
To walk about the fields,
And make of midnight magic noon
On lonely tarns and wealds.
Trumpets Of The Mind
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sound, sound forever, clarions of thought!
When Joshua 'gainst the high-walled city fought,
An Old-Fashioned Welcome
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's nothing cheers a fellow up just like a hearty greeting,
A handclasp and an honest smile that flash the joy of meeting;
And when at friendly doors you ring, somehow it seems to free you
From all life's doubts to hear them say: "Come in! We're glad to
see you!"
More Sonnets At Christmas III
© Allen Tate
Nobody said that he could be a plumber,
Carpenter, clerk, bus-driver, bombardier;
Let little boys go into violent slumber,
Aegean squall and squalor where their fear
Is of an enemy in remote oceans
Unstalked by Christ: these are the better notions.
English Earth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As over English earth I gaze,
Bare down, deep lane, and coppice--crowned
Green hill, and distance lost in blue
Horizon of this homely ground,
Villanelle Of Sunset
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!
Ode to Walt Whitman
© Federico Garcia Lorca
By the East River and the Bronx
boys were singing, exposing their waists
with the wheel, with oil, leather, and the hammer.
Ninety thousand miners taking silver from the rocks
and children drawing stairs and perspectives.
The Perfect Dinner Table
© Edgar Albert Guest
A table cloth that's slightly soiled
Where greasy little hands have toiled;
The Rift Within The Lute
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A TINY rift within the lute
May sometimes make the music mute!
By slow degrees, the rift grows wide,
By slow degrees, the tender tide--
