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Ancient Air

© Li Po

I climb up high and look on the four seas,
Heaven and earth spreading out so far.
Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn,
The wind blows with the great desert's cold.

When the beautiful woman was here, the hall was filled with flowers,
Now the beautiful woman's gone, the bed is lying empty.
On the bed, the embroidered quilt is rolled up: no-one sleeps,
Though three years have now gone by, I think I smell that scent.

Blake

© John Gould Fletcher

Blake saw
Angels in a London street;
God the Father on a hill,
Christ before a tavern door.
Blake saw
All these shapes, and more.

Hospital by Marianne Boruch: American Life in Poetry #155 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

The American poet Elizabeth Bishop often wrote of how placesâboth familiar and foreignâlooked, how they seemed. Here Marianne Boruch of Indiana begins her poem in this way, too, in a space familiar to us all but made newâmade strangeâby close observation.

Hospital

Nonsense Verses

© Arthur Clement Hilton

There was a young genius of Queens',
Who was fond of explosive machines,
He once blew up a door,
But he'll do it no more,
For it chanced that that door was the Dean's.

The Hours

© Arthur Symons

Why is it that the hour of the clock
Points to the hour behind, before,
Never the perfect hour whose stroke
My soul heard strike, and waited for?

Storm Song

© James Bayard Taylor

The clouds are scudding across the moon;
A misty light is on the sea;
The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune,
And the foam is flying free.

The Candidate's Creed

© James Russell Lowell

I du believe in Freedom's cause,

Ez fur away ez Paris is;

May Morning

© Celia Thaxter

WARM, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully,
Stirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea,
What shall fail to answer thee? What thing shall withstand
The spell of thine enchantment, flowing over sea and land?

Results Ridiculous

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Sing, Heavenly Muse, in lines that flow
More smoothly than the wandering Po,
Of man's descending from the height
Of Heaven itself, the blue, the bright,
To Hell's unutterable throe.

Prefatory Sonnets

© Henry Kendall

I.

I purposed once to take my pen and write,

Breitmann And The Turners

© Charles Godfrey Leland

HANS BREITMANN shoined de Turners,
Novemper in de fall,
Und dey gifed a boostin' bender
All in de Turner Hall.

Ultima Verba (My Last Word)

© Victor Marie Hugo

... Quand même grandirait l'abjection publique
A ce point d'adorer l'exécrable trompeur ;
Quand même l'Angleterre et même l'Amérique
Diraient à l'exilé : - Va-t'en ! nous avons peur !