Car poems
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The Conquerors
© Taylor Edward Robeson
As falcons from their native eyry soar,So, tired with weight of their disdainful woes,Rovers and captains out of Palos rose,To daring, brutish dreams mad to the core.
My Mother
© Taylor Ann
Who fed me from her gentle breast,And hush'd me in her arms to rest,And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.
The Gardener 38
© Rabindranath Tagore
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind
To Urania To I.K
© Joseph Brodsky
Everything has its limit including sorrow.
A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon
Atalanta in Calydon: A Tragedy (complete text)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tous zontas eu dran. katthanon de pas anerGe kai skia. to meden eis ouden repei
The Soote Season, that Bud and Bloom forth Brings
© Henry Howard
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale;The nightingale with feathers new she sings,The turtle to her make hath told her tale
Contemplation
© Sturm Frank Pearce
Thou, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still,The eve is thine which even now drops down,To carry peace or care to human will,And in a misty veil enfolds the town.
What's the Good?
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
Well, I've done my bit o' scrappin', And I've done in quite a lot;Nicked 'em neatly wiv my bayonet, So I needn't waste a shot
To Stretcher Bearers
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
Easy does it -- bit o' trench 'ere,Mind that blinkin' bit o' wire,There's a shell 'ole on your left there,Lift 'im up a little 'igher
The Spirit
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
When there ain't no gal to kiss you,And the postman seems to miss you,And the fags have skipped an issue, Carry on.
Pugnax Gives Notice
© Starnino Carmine
He’s done with it, the tridents and tigers,the manager’s greed, the sumptuous bedsof noble women who please their own moods
Our Butcher
© Starnino Carmine
I could bone up, be the right man for that one-man job,hang by its hocks a rabbit shucked from the jacketof its black-bristled fur and still talking in twitches
On the Obsolescence of Caphone
© Starnino Carmine
Last heard—with a lovely hiss on the "ph"—August 1982 during an afternoon game of scopaturned nasty. And now, missing alongside it,are hundreds of slogans, shibboleths, small
The Girl from Zlot
© Stallworthy Jon
Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle embowers The Lady of Shalott.
From the Life
© Stallworthy Jon
"All this takes place on a hilly island in the Mediterranean," Picasso said
For My Son Noah Ten Years Old
© Robert Bly
Nigh and day arrive and day after day goes by
And what is old remains old and what is young remains young and grows old.
The lumber pile does not grow younger nor the two-by-fours lose their darkness
but the old tree goes on the barn stands without help so many years;
the advocate of darkness and night is not lost.
The Faerie Queene, Book VI, Canto 10
© Edmund Spenser
THE SIXTE BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENEContayningTHE LEGEND OF S. CALIDOREOR OF COURTESIE
The Faerie Queene, Book III, Canto 6
© Edmund Spenser
THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENEContayningTHE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTISOR OF CHASTITIE
