Children poems
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On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
Winter Landscape
© John Berryman
The three men coming down the winter hill
In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds
At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,
Past the five figures at the burning straw,
Returning cold and silent to their town,
Eudoxia. First Picture
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O SWEETEST my sister, my sister that sits in the sun,
Her lap full of jewels, and roses in showers on her hair;
Soft smiling and counting her riches up slow, one by one,
Cool-browed, shaking dew from her garlands--those garlands so fair,
Now With Creation's Morning Song
© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius
Now with creations morning song
Let us, as children of the day,
With wakened heart and purpose strong,
The works of darkness cast away.
The ghost Bereft
© Edith Nesbit
Thin cowered the hedges, the tall trees swayed
Like little children that shrank afraid.
An Address To Night
© Madison Julius Cawein
Like some sad spirit from an unknown shore
Thou comest with two children in thine arms:
The Ragwort
© Frances Darwin Cornford
THE thistles on the sandy flats
Are courtiers with crimson hats ;
The ragworts, growing up so straight,
Are emperors who stand in state,
And march about, so proud and bold,
In crowns of fairy-story gold.
Brussels
© Arthur Rimbaud
Boulevard du Régent
July Flowerbeds of amaranths right up to
The pleasant palace of Jupiter. -
I know it is Thou, who is this place,
Minglest thine almost Saharan Blue !
The Assimilation Of The Gypsies
© Larry Levis
In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,
Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats
© Sylvia Plath
Old Ella Mason keeps cats, eleven at last count,
In her ramshackle house off Somerset Terrace;
People make queries
On seeing our neighbor's cat-haunt,
Saying: Something's addled in a woman who accommodates
That many cats.
A Simple Song For America
© Karle Wilson Baker
Gather us to thy heart,
Lay us thy spirit bare:
Give us in thee our part,
O Mother young and fair!
The Little Dancers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky
Dreams; and lonely, below, the little street
Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.
Scarcely the dumb roar enters this soft retreat;
The Fire Bells Are Ringing
© Henry Clay Work
One, two, three-hark, hark, boys!
One, two, three, four!
Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem
© John Keats
"With such remorseless speed still come new woes,
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.
Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."
Song For A Highland Drover Returning From England
© Robert Bloomfield
Now fare-thee-well, England; no further I'll roam;
But follow my shadow that points the way home;
Your gay southern Shores shall not tempt me to stay;
For my Maggy's at Home, and my Children at play!
Tis this makes my Bonnet set light on my brow,
Gives my sinews their strength and my bosom its glow.
Battle
© Robert Nichols
It is midday; the deep trench glares….
A buzz and blaze of flies….
The hot wind puffs the giddy airs….
The great sun rakes the skies.
Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay
© Paul Verlaine
Give ear unto the gentle lay
That's only sad that it may please;
It is discreet, and light it is:
A whiff of wind o'er buds in May.
Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing
© Theocritus
Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
At length the hour arrived when they must part.
With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.
