Car poems
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The Stones
© Sylvia Plath
This is the city where men are mended.
I lie on a great anvil.
The flat blue sky-circle
Brown Bess
© Rudyard Kipling
In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise-
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,
With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes-
At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess.
Fortune
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Dame Fortunes jade with a fanciful horn
Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame;
To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In "The Dead City" II
© Sara Teasdale
Carved in the silence by the hand of Pain,
And made more perfect by the gift of Peace,
Than if Delight had bid your sorrow cease,
And brought the dawn to where the dark has lain,
Sonnet I: Unto the Boundless Ocean
© Samuel Daniel
Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty
Runs this poor river, charg'd with streams of zeal:
The Bluebell
© Emily Jane Brontë
The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit's care.
The Philosopher's Oration: A Faun's Holiday
© Robert Nichols
Meanwhile, though nations in distress
Cower at a comet's loveliness
Shaken across the midnight sky;
Though the wind roars, and Victory,
Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him
© Li Po
I took a small path leading
up a hill valley, finding there
a temple, its gate covered
with moss, and in front of
His Dream Of The Skyland
© Li Po
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss,
It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves.
But the Sky-land of the south, the Yueh-landers say,
May be seen through cracks of the glimmering cloud.
This land of the sky stretches across the leagues of heaven;
It rises above the Five Mountains and towers over the Scarlet Castle,
Ch'ing P'ing Tiao
© Li Po
Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her
To His Two Children
© Li Po
In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green,
And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep.
In East Luh where my family stay,
I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours.
Nefarious War
© Li Po
Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan,
This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road.
We have washed our armor in the waves of the Chiao-chi lake,
We have pastured our horses on Tien-shan's snowy slopes.
The long, long war goes on ten thousand miles from home,
Our three armies are worn and grown old.
Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak
© Li Po
Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan
I climb to the Flower Peak,
and fancy I see fairies and immortals
carrying lotus in their
What Survives
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
Nomenclature
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Some people have names like pitchforks, some people have names like cakes,
Names full of sizzling esses like a family quarrel of snakes,
Names black as a cat, vermilion as the cockscomb-hat of a fool
But your name is a green, small garden, a rush asleep in a pool.
A Home-Made Fairy Tale
© James Whitcomb Riley
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,
And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--
To The Poet
© Thomas William Heney
WHAT cares the rose if the buds which are its pride
Be plucked for the breast of the dead or the hands of a bride?
