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Report on Experience
© Edmund Blunden
I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.
Home
© John Le Gay Brereton
"Where shall we dwell?" say you.
Wandering winds reply:
"In a temple with roof of blue
- Under the splendid sky."
For a Present of Roses
© Robert Fuller Murray
Crimson and cream and white -
My room is a garden of roses!
Centre and left and right,
Three several splendid posies.
The Poor Ghost
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?'
On Swearing by Gary Dop: American Life in Poetry #189 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
In celebration of Veteran's Day, here is a telling poem by Gary Dop, a Minnesota poet. The veterans of World War II, now old, are dying by the thousands. Here's one still with us, standing at Normandy, remembering.
On Swearing
Without A Title
© Boris Pasternak
So aloof, so meek in your ways,
Now you're fire, you're pure combustion.
Only let me lock up your beauty
Deep, deep down in a poem's dungeon.
Autumn Evening
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
There is a wistful charm, a tenderness,
Mysterious and soft, in autumn's even:
Bus East
© Jack Kerouac
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend
5
years ago - other furies other losses -
Prince Dorus
© Charles Lamb
He thank'd the Fairy for her kind advice.-
Thought he, "If this be all, I'll not be nice;
Rather than in my courtship I will fail,
I will to mince-meat tread Minon's black tail."
Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?
© Christopher Marlowe
from Hero and Leander
It lies not in our power to love, or hate,
Jhansi Ki Rani (With English Translation II )
© Subhadra Kumari Chauhan
Sinhasan hil uthey raajvanshon ney bhrukuti tani thi,
budhey Bharat mein aayee phir se nayi jawani thi,
Lines Written At Night
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that dost live
Shrined in yon silent stream of glorious light!
Spirit of harmony! that through the vast
And cloud-embroidered canopy, art spreading
Genesis BK VI
© Caedmon
(ll. 277-291) "Why should I slave?" quoth he. "I need not serve a
master. My hands are strong to work full many a wonder. Power
enough have I to rear a goodlier throne, a higher in the heavens.
We Met As Strangers
© Mathilde Blind
We met as strangers on life's lonely way,
And yet it seemed we knew each other well;
There was no end to what thou hadst to say,
Or to the thousand things I found to tell.
My heart, long silent, at thy voice that day
Chimed in my breast like to a silver bell.
Oh Thou Of Little Faith
© George MacDonald
Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies
Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow;
But spring is floating up the southern skies,
And darkling the pale snowdrop waits below.
Dusk In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
Three miles of trees it is: and I
Came through the woods that waited, dumb,
For the cool summer dusk to come;
And lingered there to watch the sky
Up which the gradual splendor clomb.
Sir John
© George Borrow
Sir Lave to the island stray'd;
He wedded there a lovely maid:
"I'll have her yet," said John.
Prelude
© Mathilde Blind
What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!
Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial brings.
