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Ancient Myths
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YE pleasant myths of Eld, why have ye fled?
The earth has fallen from her blissful prime
Of summer years, the dews of that sweet time,
Are withered on its garlands sere and dead.
Acrobats
© Guillaume Apollinaire
The strollers in the plain
walk the length of gardens
before the doors of grey inns
through villages without churches
A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill
© William Wordsworth
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then-all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
All Night I Have Listened
© Xue Tao
The early sun dissolves the mist
that has covered the mountain.
All night I have listened to the wise,
yet failed to learn.
Dimly, darkly, the eternal pines
rise without effort from the vanishing fog.
A Wife Urging Her Husband To Action
© Confucius
His lady to the marquis says,
"The cock has crowed; 'tis late.
Get up, my lord, and haste to court.
'Tis full; for you they wait."
She did not hear the cock's shrill sound,
Only the blueflies buzzing round.
A Hero Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
He has done the work of a true man--
Crown him, honor him, love him;
Weep over him, tears of woman,
Stoop, manliest brows, above him!
An Old Friend
© James Whitcomb Riley
Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here again,
With all your harvest-store of olden joys,--
At a Certain Age by Deborah Cummins: American Life in Poetry #138 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200
© Ted Kooser
You've surely heard it said that the old ought to move over to make room for the young. But in the best of all possible worlds, people who love their work should be able to do it as long as they wish. Those forced to retire, well, they're a sorry lot. Here the Chicago poet, Deborah Cummins, shows a man trying to adjust to life after work.
At a Certain Age
A Mammon-Marriage
© George MacDonald
The croak of a raven hoar!
A dog's howl, kennel-tied!
Loud shuts the carriage-door:
The two are away on their ghastly ride
To Death's salt shore!
All Ashore!
© Henry Lawson
The rattling donkey ceases,
The bell says we must part,
You long slab of good-nature,
And poetry and art!
Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference
© William Cowper
And dwells there in a female heart,
By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact,
To feel the most refined;
A Summers Day
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Well, love, so be it as you say,
Just the hours of a summer's day,
An Epistle To William Hogarth
© Charles Churchill
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own!
Australia 1894
© William Gay
SHE sits a queen whom none shall dare despoil,
Her crown the sun, her guard the vigilant sea,
