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A Song Of Failure.

© Arthur Henry Adams

HERE is my hand to you, brother,
You of the ruck who have failed
I, too, am only another
Fighter who faltered and quailed.

A Mosca Azul

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Era uma mosca azul, asas de ouro e granada,
Filha da China ou do Indostão.
Que entre as folhas brotou de uma rosa encarnada.
Em certa noite de verão.

An Old Song Ended

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

How should I your true love know

From another one?

A Poem Of Faith

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I think that though the clouds be dark,

That though the waves dash o'er the bark,

A Garden By The Sea

© William Morris

I KNOW a little garden-close,
Set thick with lily and red rose,
Where I would wander if I might
From dewy morn to dewy night,
And have one with me wandering.

A Better Resurrection

© Sylvia Plath

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

Age

© John Kenyon

Full oft you're plaining that in age

Our faculties and feelings die.

After A Parting

© Alice Meynell

Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee;
I never name thee even.
But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee?
For thou art so near Heaven
That Heavenward meditations pause upon thee.

A Woman's Farewell.

© Arthur Henry Adams

SO with this farewell kiss I taste at last
The all of life; the Future and the Past
Upon your dear lips dwell.
Love will not come again, though I implore;

A Small Moment by Cornelius Eady: American Life in Poetry #197 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2

I suspect that one thing some people have against reading poems is that they are so often so serious, so devoid of joy, as if we poets spend all our time brooding about mutability and death and never having any fun. Here Cornelius Eady, who lives and teaches in Indiana, offers us a poem of pure pleasure.

At Aunty's House

© James Whitcomb Riley

One time, when we'z at Aunty's house--

'Way in the country!--where

Along This Coast I Led The Vacant Hours

© Walter Savage Landor

Along this coast I led the vacant Hours

To the lone sunshine on the uneven strand,

Andrew Marvell

© Charles Harpur

Spirit, that lookest from the starry fold

Of truths white flock, next to thy Milton there

An Elective Course

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE

The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheek

A Marie-Anne-Charlotte Corday

Quoi! tandis que partout, ou sincères ou feintes,
Des lâches, des pervers, les larmes et les plaintes
Consacrent leur Marat parmi les immortels,
Et que, prêtre orgueilleux de cette idole vile,
Des fanges du Parnasse un impudent reptile
Vomit un hymne infâme au pied de ses autels.

A Lancashire Doxology

"PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."

Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.

Apology

The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonentites
stirs me to it:

A Serpent-Face

His face was like a snake's -- wrinkled and loose
And withered--

Anzac Eve

No light had I-But mother heart
Needs no poor earthly light as guide:
My soul rebelled against the part
Fate portioned me 'My son that died
Has died in vain, and he and they
Forgotten save when women pray."