Children poems
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Prothalamion
© Delmore Schwartz
"little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
little exposed one...
and never make fun of me again."
Tired And Unhappy, You Think Of Houses
© Delmore Schwartz
Tired and unhappy, you think of houses
Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening,
While snow's white pieces fall past the window,
And the orange firelight leaps.
Faust In Old Age
© Delmore Schwartz
If we could love one another, it would be well.
But as it is, I am sorry for the whole world, myself
apart. My heart is full of memory and desire, and in
its last nervousness, there is pity for those I have
touched, but only hatred and contempt for myself."
The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Silence
© Delmore Schwartz
Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage.
Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of
love.
Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day
© Delmore Schwartz
Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
The Ballad Of The Children Of The Czar
© Delmore Schwartz
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The children of the Czar
Played with a bouncing ball
Far Rockaway
© Delmore Schwartz
The radiant soda of the seashore fashions
Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves
The Shaven sand. And the light sways forward
On self-destroying waves.
The Spring
© Delmore Schwartz
Spring has returned! Everything has returned!
The earth, just like a schoolgirl, memorizes
Poems, so many poems. ... Look, she has learned
So many famous poems, she has earned so many prizes!
Sonnet XXXIV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Happy the maimed, the halt, the mad, the blind--
All who, stamped separate by curtailing birth,
The Return of Albert
© Marriott Edgar
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom,
In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year,
With a stick and 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
Gave a lion a poke in the ear.
Albert's Return
© Marriott Edgar
You've `eard `ow young Albert Ramsbottom
At the zoo up at Blackpool one year
With a stick with an `orse's `ead `andle
Gave a lion a poke in the ear?
Albert Down Under
© Marriott Edgar
Albert were what you'd call thwarted.
He had long had an ambition, which...
Were to save up and go to Australia,
The saving up that were the hitch.
Albert and the Lion
© Marriott Edgar
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.
Of Politics & Art
© Norman Dubie
Today I listened to a woman say
That Melville might
Be taught in the next decade. Another woman asked, "And why not?"
The first responded, "Because there are
No women in his one novel."
The Czar's Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals
© Norman Dubie
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk
That last holiday, for five days and nightsHe stumbled through Petersburg forming
A choir of mutes, he dressed them in pink ascension gownsAnd, then, sold Father's Tirietz stallion so to rent
A hall for his Christmas recital: the audienceWas rowdy but Illya in his black robes turned on them
At Corfu
© Norman Dubie
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan
visited us twice, finally
dying of headaches in the south harbor.
Theory Of Recruiting
© Regina Derieva
Sons of bitches
were born
with hearts of stone,
cherishing this stone
Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow
© Robert Duncan
that is mine, it is so near to the heart,
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
so that there is a hall therein
Green Fields
© William Stanley Merwin
By this part of the century few are left who believe
in the animals for they are not there in the carved parts
of them served on plates and the pleas from the slatted trucks
are sounds of shadows that possess no future
Modern Love XXX: What Are We First
© George Meredith
What are we first? First, animals; and next
Intelligences at a leap; on whom
Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb,
And all that draweth on the tomb for text.
