Car poems
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Humildemente...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
"Tu carroza sonora
apaga repentina
el breve movimiento,
cual si fuesen las calles
una juguetería
que se quedo sin cuerda.
On Revisiting The Sea-Shore, After Long Absence, Under Strong Medical Recommendation Not To Bathe
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
God be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
How gladly greet I thee once more!
Ships and waves, and ceaseless motion,
And men rejoicing on thy shore.
Ode To A Butterfly
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold,
Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds,
Alma Desnuda
© Alfonsina Storni
SOY un alma desnuda en estos versos,
Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola
Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos.
The Departure of Summer
© Thomas Hood
Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,the linnetsings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.
A Saint About To Fall
© Dylan Thomas
A saint about to fall,
The stained flats of heaven hit and razed
The Three Friends
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The sword slew one in deadly strife;
One perish'd by the bowl;
The third lies self-slain by the knife;
For three the bells may toll -
I loved her better than my life,
And better than my soul.
The Penitent
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Thou see'st yon woman with the grave pelisse
Lined with dark sables? Is she not devout?
Her soul is in the service, and her eyes
Are dim with weeping,--weeping for the follies
Black Rook In Rainy Weather
© Sylvia Plath
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain-
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
A Simile
© William Shenstone
What village but has sometimes seen
The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,
In The Carolina Woods
© Padraic Colum
Not in a cavern where the winds
Trample with battle-call,
But in these woods where branch and branch
From tree and tree let fall
Not moss, but grey and cobweb beards,
Kings' cabalistic beards!
Gilderoy
© Padraic Colum
THE smith who made the manacles,
With bar and bolt, and link and ring,
Sang out above his hearty blows
"I can't have grief for everything."
Vision of Columbus Book 2
© Joel Barlow
High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day's first golden cup.
In Horto Rev. J. Still,
© William Lisle Bowles
APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.
Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree
The Deodand
© Anthony Evan Hecht
What are these women up to? Theyve gone and strung
Drapes over the windows, cutting out light
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV
© Caroline Norton
Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.
From Mount Gerizzim
© John Bunyan
Besides what I said of the Four Last Things,
And of the weal and woe that from them springs;
The Conversation. A Tale
© Matthew Prior
It always has been a thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale;
I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.
