Poems begining by C
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Christmas Day
© John Keble
What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;
Concert Party: Busseboom
© Edmund Blunden
The stage was set, the house was packed,
The famous troop began;
Our laughter thundered, act by act;
Time light as sunbeams ran.
Circus In Three Rings
© Sylvia Plath
In the circus tent of a hurricane
designed by a drunken god
my extravagant heart blows up again
in a rampage of champagne-colored rain
and the fragments whir like a weather vane
while the angels all applaud.
Catharine Plouffe
© Susie Frances Harrison
THIS grey-haired spinster, Catharine Plouffe
Observe her, a contrast to convent chits,
At her spinning wheel, in the room in the roof.
Come Back to St Andrews
© Robert Fuller Murray
Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
The East sands and the West sands and the castle in the sea
Come back to St. Andrews-St. Andrews and me.
Consolation In Adversity
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
WHEN happiness turns from you,
And all seems unrepaid,
And you are scorned by enemies,
Even by friends betrayed;
Changing Of The Seasons
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'
There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me
And I'm bound for the changing of the seasons
Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus
© Charles Wesley
Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
Convergence by Christine Stewart-Nunez : American Life in Poetry #249 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
One of the wonderful things about small children is the way in which they cause us to explain the world. “What’s that?” they ask, and we have to come up with an answer. Here Christine Stewart-Nunez, who lives and teaches in South Dakota, tries to teach her son a new word only to hear it come back transformed.
Convergence
Through the bedroom window
Cupid's Promise - Paraphrased
© Matthew Prior
Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.
Colour
© Dorothea Mackellar
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour
That will not pass away -
Child Thoughts
© William Henry Drummond
WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-
SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY
Conceits
© Arlo Bates
THY laughs a song an oriole trilled,
Romping in glee the sky,
Sunshine in lucent drops distilled,
And showered from on high.
Captive Conquerors
© Jessie Pope
OH! Stuttgart Frauleins, and capacious Fraus,
What shocking news is this that filters through?
Have you been fostering domestic rows
By casting, naughtily, glad eyes of blue
At poor old Tommy in his prison-house?
Tut! tut! This is a pretty how-d'ye do!
Cherrylog Road
© James Dickey
Off Highway 106
At Cherrylog Road I entered
The 34 Ford without wheels,
Smothered in kudzu,
With a seat pulled out to run
Corn whiskey down from the hills,
Culver Dell And The Squire
© William Barnes
There's noo pleäce I do like so well,
As Elem Knap in Culver Dell,
Casabianca
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Cupid and Plutus
© William Shenstone
When Celia, love's eternal foe,
To rich old Gomez first was married;
And angry Cupid came to know
His shafts had err'd, his bow miscarried;
