Poems begining by C
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Calvin Campbell
© Edgar Lee Masters
Ye who are kicking against Fate,
Tell me how it is that on this hill-side,
Running down to the river,
Which fronts the sun and the south-wind,
Come To My Cantilations
© Ezra Pound
Come my cantilations,
Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,
Caroline Branson
© Edgar Lee Masters
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked,
As often before, the April fields till star-light
Silkened over with viewless gauze the darkness
Under the cliff, our trysting place in the wood,
Chicago Weather
© Eugene Field
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl!
Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow,
Constance Hately
© Edgar Lee Masters
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River,
In rearing Irene and Mary,
Orphans of my older sister!
And you censure Irene and Mary
Columbus Cheney
© Edgar Lee Masters
This weeping willow!
Why do you not plant a few
For the millions of children not yet born,
As well as for us?
Chords
© Madison Julius Cawein
When love delays, when love delays and Joy
Steals a strange shadow o'er the happy hills,
And Hope smiles from To-morrow, nor fulfills
One promise of To-day, thy sight would cloy
This soul with loved despair
By seeing thee so fair.
Captain Orlando Killion
© Edgar Lee Masters
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,
You dauntless fledglings
Who pass by my headstone,
Mock not its record of my captaincy in the army
Cooney Potter
© Edgar Lee Masters
I inherited forty acres from my Father
And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters
From dawn to dusk, I acquired
A thousand acres. But not content,
Charlie French
© Edgar Lee Masters
Did you ever find out
which of the boys it was
Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand?
There when the flags were red and white
Clarence Darrow
© Edgar Lee Masters
This is Darrow,
Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart,
And his drawl, and his infinite paradox
And his sadness, and kindness,
And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life
To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.
Consolation
© Charles Harpur
MINE heart is heavy with an ancient sorrow,
My brain is aching with a clinging grief,
Cassius Hueffer
© Edgar Lee Masters
They have chiseled on my stone the words:
'His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him
That nature might stand up and say to all the world,
This was a man.'
Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
© Richard Crashaw
Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee
So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?
Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought
So much a thing of naught?
Contrary Theses (II)
© Wallace Stevens
One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,
Crime and Punishment chapter XII
© Khalil Gibran
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment."
Coeur De Lion At The Bier Of His Father
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Torches were blazing clear,
Hymns pealing deep and slow,
Chanson Un Peu Naïve
© Louise Bogan
What body can be ploughed,
Sown, and broken yearly?
But she would not die, she vowed,
But she has, nearly.
Sing, heart sing;
Call and carol clearly.
Camped By The Creek
© Henry Kendall
"All day a strong sun has been drinking
The ponds in the Wattletree Glen;
And now as they're puddles, I'm thinking
We were wise to head hitherwards, men!
