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Christmas Night by Conrad Hilberry: American Life in Poetry #195 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004
© Ted Kooser
Here is a poem, much like a prayer, in which the Michigan poet Conrad Hilberry asks for no more than a little flare of light, an affirmation, at the end of a long, cold Christmas day.
Christmas Night
Let midnight gather up the wind
and the cry of tires on bitter snow.
Let midnight call the cold dogs home,
sleet in their furâlast one can blow
Caprice
© William Dean Howells
SHE hung the cage at the window;
"If he goes by," she said,
"He will hear my robin singing,
And when he lifts his head,
I shall be sitting here to sew,
And he will bow to me, I know."
Cobbler Keezar's Vision
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The beaver cut his timber
With patient teeth that day,
The minks were fish-wards, and the crows
Surveyors of highway,-
Come hither, child
© Emily Jane Brontë
Come hither, child-who gifted thee
With power to touch that string so well?
How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,
Thoughts that I would-but cannot quell?
Cathair Fhargus
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
(FERGUS'S SEAT.)
A mountain in the Island of Arran, the summit of which resembles a gigantic
human profile.
Chingery Wangery Chan
© Louisa May Alcott
"Chingery changery ri co day,
Ekel tekel happy man;
Uron odesko canty oh, oh,
Gallopy wallopy China go."
Chloris Appearing In A Looking Glass
© Thomas Parnell
Oft have I seen a Piece of Art,
Of Light and Shade, the Mixture fine,
Confession
© Charles Baudelaire
Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
À mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond ténébreux de mon âme
Ce souvenir n'est point pâli);
Corn A-Turnen Yollow
© William Barnes
The windless copse ha' sheädy boughs,
Wi' blackbirds' evenèn whistles;
C'est la nuit ; la nuit noire, assoupie et profonde
© Victor Marie Hugo
C'est la nuit ; la nuit noire, assoupie et profonde.
L'ombre immense élargit ses ailes sur le monde.
Dans vos joyeux palais gardés par le canon,
Dans vos lits de velours, de damas, de linon,
Conductor Bradley
© John Greenleaf Whittier
CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name
Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,
Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,
Cora
© Charles Harpur
The spring it came, with never a storm,
And nine times came and went,
Till its whole spirit with her form
In budding beauty blent.
Colors
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
Coogee
© Henry Kendall
Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,
With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light;
Correspondances (Correspondences)
© Charles Baudelaire
La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.
