Car poems
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When We Play The Fool
© Edgar Albert Guest
Last night I stood in a tawdry place
And watched the ways of the human race.
Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie
© Edmund Spenser
I SING of deadly dolorous debate,
Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
Desolate
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
From the sad eaves the drip-drop of the rain!
The water washing at the latchel door;
A slow step plashing by upon the moor;
A single bleat far from the famished fold;
The clicking of an embered hearth and cold;
The rainy Robin tic-tac at the pane.
Rubaiyat 23
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
From warriors learn courage,
And wisdom from the sage.
If you truly seek Gods grace,
Ride with the heavenly carriage.
In The Downhill Of Life
© William Taylor Collins
In the downhill of life, when I find Im declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
August
© Edith Nesbit
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm
Is on me, and I will not break the spell;
My head is on the mighty Mother's arm:
I will not ask if life goes ill or well.
There is no world!--I do not care to know
Whence aught has come, nor whither it shall go.
Spare Parts by Trish Dugger: American Life in Poetry #153 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
In this endearing short poem by Californian Trish Dugger, we can imagine âwhat if?â? What if we had been given âa baker's dozen of hearts?â? I imagine many more and various love poems would be written. Here Ms. Dugger, Poet Laureate of the City of Encinitas, makes fine use of the one patched but good heart she has.
Spare Parts
We barge out of the womb
with two of them: eyes, ears,
Home-Sick
© Ada Cambridge
O time, great Healer! canst thou still
The crying hearts that feel the knife?
Aeneid
© Virgil
THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.
Frida And Her Poet
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
He bids a last farewell
To this world's life, again prepared to dwell
On heights celestial, in whose golden airs
The heart, at least, shall shed earth's wintry cares,
And blooming, breathe the vernal heats of Heaven.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04:
© Conrad Aiken
I sit before the gold-embroidered curtain
And think her face is like a wrinkled desert.
The crystal burns in lamplight beneath my eyes.
A dragon slowly coils on the scaly curtain.
Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.
Ower The Hedge
© George MacDonald
"Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,
Ken ye what is care?
Had ye ever a thought, lassie,
Made yer hertie sair?"
'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
And 'still on each evening when pleasure fills up,'
At the old Goat-in-Boots, with Metheglin, each cup,
Mr Pryce, if he's there,
Will get into 'the Chair,'
Sister
© Gabriela Mistral
Today I saw a woman plowing a furrow. Her hips are
broad, like mine, for love, and she goes about her work
bent over the earth.
Recollections
© Giacomo Leopardi
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think
I should again be turning, as I used,
Epitaph
© Victor Marie Hugo
He lived, he played, a little laughing sprite:
Why, Nature, didst thou snatch him from the light?
Hast thou not myriad birds within thy bowers?
Stars, and great woods, blue skies, and ocean wild?
Why, then, from his lone mother snatch the child,
And hid him underneath the bed of flowers?
O, Pity The Slave Mother
© Anonymous
I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,
Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;
The Town Of Nothing-To-Do
© Edgar Albert Guest
THEY say somewhere in the distance fair,
Is the town of Nothing-to-Do,
