All Poems
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Chance Meetings
© Conrad Aiken
In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,
The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,
In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices,
I suddenly face you,
Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid; Be Wise
© Walter Porter
Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise, Old Time will make thee colder,And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older
Blue
© Chris Abani
Africans in the hold fold themselves
to make room for hope. In the afternoon’s
ferocity, tar, grouting the planks like the glue
of family, melts to the run of a child’s licorice stick.
The Iliad, Book XII
© Alexander Pope
Furious he spoke, and rushing to the wall,Calls on his host; his host obey the call;With ardour follow where their leader flies:Redoubling clamours thunder in the skies
An Essay on Man: Epistle III
© Alexander Pope
Here then we rest: "The Universal CauseActs to one end, but acts by various laws
A Word From a Petitioner
© Pierpont John
What! our petitions spurned! The prayerOf thousands, -- tens of thousands, -- castUnheard, beneath your Speaker's chair!But ye will hear us, first or last
Unchain the Laborer
© Pierpont John
Strike from that laborer's limbs his chain! In the fierce sun the iron burns!By night, it fills his dreams with pain; By day, it galls him as he turns.
Prayer of the Abolitionist
© Pierpont John
WE ask not that the slave should lie, As lies his master, at his ease,Beneath a silken canopy, Or in the shade of blooming trees.
Song
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I shall not go with painWhether you hold me, whether you forgetMy little loss and my immortal gain.O flower unseen, O fountain sealed apart!Give me one look, one look remembering yet,Sweet heart.
A Woman's Last Word
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I Loose from your heart my hand.(The grave is deeper than the heavens are high.) My house .- of Love .- was builded on the sand.
The Witch in the Glass
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
"My mother says I must not pass Too near that glass;She is afraid that I will seeA little witch that looks like me,With a red, red mouth, to whisper lowThe very thing I should not know!"
"We Women"
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
Heart-ache and heart-break .- always that or this: Sometimes it rains just when the sun should shine;Sometimes a glove or ribbon goes amiss; Sometimes, in youth, your lover should be mine.
Transfigured
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
Almost afraid they led her in: (A dwarf more piteous none could find);Withered as some weird leaf, and thin, The woman was .- and wan and blind.
The Sorrows of Charlotte
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
The Sorrows of Werther, that is the Book, Little girl of mine
