Car poems
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On The Lighthouse At Antibes
© Mathilde Blind
The evening knows thee ere the evening star;
Or sees that flame sole Regent of the bight,
When storm, hoarse rumoured by the hills afar,
Makes mariners steer landward by thy light,
Which shows through shock of hostile nature's war
How man keeps watch o'er man through deadliest night.
Holy Cussing by Robert Morgan: American Life in Poetry #47 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
The poet, novelist and biographer, Robert Morgan, who was raised in North Carolina, has written many intriguing poems that teach his readers about southern folklore. Here's just one example.
Holy Cussing
Ce que dit la bouche d'ombre (I)
© Victor Marie Hugo
(extraits)
... Les fleurs souffrent sous le ciseau,
Et se ferment ainsi que des paupières closes ;
Toutes les femmes sont teintes du sang des roses ;
Christ at Carnival
© Muriel Stuart
Then I heard human accents answering:
"I am a god, made god by all thy prayers;
Wach stone becomes a god by worshipping;
I am a man who loves thee: in thy town
Many have loved thee, I am one of these."
March days return with their covert light
© Pablo Neruda
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
The Lust of the Eyes
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
I care not for my Ladys soul
Though I worship before her smile;
I care not where be my Ladys goal
When her beauty shall lose its wile.
Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song
The Cloud Messenger - Part 03
© Kalidasa
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:
you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are
furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you
produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made
of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky;
An Italian To Italy
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Along the coast of those bright seas,
Where sternly fought of old
The Pisan and the Genoese,
Into the evening gold
A Poem On The Last Day - Book II
© Edward Young
Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.
Fabula Distica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
La pobre carne, frente a ti, se alza
como brincó de los dedos divinos:
religiosa, frenética y descalza.
There is a Hill
© Robert Seymour Bridges
There is a hill beside the silver Thames,
Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine
The Mock Self
© William Watson
Few friends are mine, though many wights there be
Who, meeting oft a phantasm that makes claim
Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad
© Christopher Marlowe
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,
Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.
Individuality.
© Sidney Lanier
Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud:
Oh loiter hither from the sea.
Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd,
Steal off from yon far-drifting crowd,
And come and brood upon the marsh with me.
Tale III
© George Crabbe
bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their
Nothing At All In the Paper Today
© Anonymous
Nothing at all in the paper today!
Only a murder somewhere or other;
A girl who has put her child away,
Not being a wife as well as a mother;
