Car poems
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One Year agojots what?
© Emily Dickinson
One Year agojots what?
Godspell the word! Ican't
Was't Grace? Not that
Was't Glory? Thatwill do
Spell slowerGlory
Jessie
© Edward Thomas
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
Twin babes upon His knees-
Twin babes that, each to other press'd,
Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both are bless'd.
The Wizard Way
© Aleister Crowley
He had crucified a toad
In the basilisk abode,
Muttering the Runes averse
Mad with many a mocking curse.
The Twins
© Aleister Crowley
Yea ! let the south wind blow,
And the Turkish banner advance,
And the word go out : No quarter !
But I shall hod thee -so !
While the boys and maidens dance
About the shambles of slaughter !
The Priestess of Panormita
© Aleister Crowley
Hear me, Lord of the Stars!
For thee I have worshipped ever
With stains and sorrows and scars,
With joyful, joyful endeavour.
Photo, Brownie Troop, St. Louis, 1949 by Margaret Kaufman : American Life in Poetry #225 Ted Kooser
© Ted Kooser
There have been many poems written in which a photograph is described in detail, and this one by Margaret Kaufman, of the Bay Area in California, uses the snapshot to carry her further, into the details of memory.
Photo, Brownie Troop, St. Louis, 1949
The Hawk and the Babe
© Aleister Crowley
I am that hawk of gold
Proud in adamantine poise
On the pillars of torqoise,
See,beyond the starry fold,
Where a darkling orb is rolled.
The Disciples
© Aleister Crowley
Beneath the vine tree and the fig
Where mortal cares may not intrude,
On melon and on sucking pig
Although their brains are bright and big
Banquet the Great White Brotherhood.
The Burial Of Sir John Moore After Corunna
© Charles Wolfe
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
The Old Familiar Faces
© Charles Lamb
I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days-
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Lyric of Love to Leah
© Aleister Crowley
Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us
To dissolve our love in trance
Heedless of the hideous
Heat & hate of Sirius-
Shun his baneful brilliance!
A Defence Of English Spring
© Alfred Austin
Unnamed, unknown, but surely bred
Where Thames, once silver, now runs lead,
La Gitana
© Aleister Crowley
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil,
Independence
© Aleister Crowley
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn?
Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush
Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush?
Hymn to Pan
© Aleister Crowley
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Happy Dust
© Aleister Crowley
For Margot
Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings
To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, the abode of
ineffable things,
Colophon
© Aleister Crowley
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTYLamp of living loveliness,
Maid miraculously male,
Rapture of thine own excess
Blushing through the velvet veil
Divine Compassion
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Long since, a dream of heaven I had,
And still the vision haunts me oft;
The Well of Loch Maree
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Calm on the breast of Loch Maree
A little isle reposes;
A shadow woven of the oak
And willow o'er it closes.
