Art poems
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Self-Portrait At 28
© David Berman
If squeezed for more information
I can remember old clock radios
with flipping metal numbers
and an entree called Surf and Turf.
Not To The Staring Day
© William Ernest Henley
Not to the staring Day,
For all the importunate questionings he pursues
The Patriot Engineer
© George Meredith
'Sirs! may I shake your hands?
My countrymen, I see!
I've lived in foreign lands
Till England's Heaven to me.
A hearty shake will do me good,
And freshen up my sluggish blood.'
Saul And David
© Anthony Evan Hecht
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul
Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent,
That squatted within him wheresoever he went
.......And possessed the soul of Saul.
Ego Dominus Tuus
© William Butler Yeats
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still
Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love
© Anthony Evan Hecht
It was lovely and she was in love.
They had taken a covered boat to one of the islands.
The city sounds were faint in the distance:
Rattling of carriages, tumult of voices,
Yelping of dogs on the decks of barges.
The Transparent Man
© Anthony Evan Hecht
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,
And thank you very kindly for this visit--
Especially now when all the others here
Are having holiday visitors, and I feel
To Mr Edward Howard, on his Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Prince
© Charles Sackville
Come on, ye critics! Find one fault who dare,
For, read it backward like a witch's prayer,
The Magic Net.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Ere the net is noticed by us,
Is a happier one imprison'd,
Whom we, one and all, together
Greet with envy and with blessings.
The New Amor.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche,
Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured;
There he espied a goddess, the fairest amongst the immortals,--
Venus Urania she,--straight was his passion inflamed.
Be Not Dismayed
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death
Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face.
Jupiter And Fortune.
© Mary Barber
Enough--the Thunderer reply'd;
But say, whom have you satisfy'd?
These boasted Gifts are thine, I own;
But know, Content is mine alone.
A Translation
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
To rightly learn the pugilistic art,
Such as Jem Earywig can well impart,
Refines the manners and takes off the rough,
Nor suffers one to be a blooming
The Drops Of Nectar.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To a happy end they tasted,
They, and other gentle insects!
For with mortals now divide they
Art?that noblest gift of all.
Starting From Paumanok
© Walt Whitman
Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced-stars, rain, snow,
my amaze;
Having studied the mocking-bird's tones, and the mountainhawk's,
And heard at dusk the unrival'd one, the hermit thrush from the
swamp-cedars,
Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
A Letter From Italy
© Joseph Addison
Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus,
Magna virûm! tibi res antiquæ laudis et artis
Daphne to Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis
© Matthew Prior
Daphne aside]
This care is for himself as pure as death;
One mile has put the fellow out of breath:
He'll never go, I'll lead him th' other round;
Washy he is, perhaps not over sound.
The Muses Threnodie: Ninth Muse
© Henry Adamson
What could there more be done, let any say,
Nor I did to prevent the doleful day?
