Cool poems
/ page 61 of 144 /Deep In The Forest
© Madison Julius Cawein
Ah, shall I follow, on the hills,
The Spring, as wild wings follow?
Where wild-plum trees make wan the hills,
Crabapple trees the hollow,
Haunts of the bee and swallow?
Earth take me back....
© John Hall Wheelock
I have been dying a long time
In this cool valley-land, this green bowl ringed by hills-
Pastoral
© Allen Tate
The enquiring fields, courtesies
And tribulations of the air-
Be still and give them peace:
The Lore-Lei
© Heinrich Heine
I know not whence it rises,
This thought so full of woe ;
But a tale of times departed
Haunts me, and will not go.
The Wandering Jew
© James Whitcomb Riley
The stars are falling, and the sky
Is like a field of faded flowers;
Chinese Poet Among Barbarians
© John Gould Fletcher
The rain drives, drives endlessly,
Heavy threads of rain;
On A Cattle Track
© Henry Kendall
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,
And the shouts of the desert-wind break,
Spring Offensive [unfinished]
© Wilfred Owen
Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They fed, and lying easy, were at ease
And, finding comfortable chests and knees,
Carelessly slept. But many there stood still
To face the stark blank sky beyond the ridge,
Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world.
Cutty Sark
© Hart Crane
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano jogged
Stamboul Nightsweaving somebodys nickelsang
Decline And Fall
© John Frederick Nims
Cornice rose in ranges, rose so high
It saw no sky, that forum, but noon sky.
Marble shone like shallows; columns too
Streamed with cool light as rocks in breakers do.
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV
© Richard Savage
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!
Song (Untitled #7)
© George Meredith
Thou to me art such a spring
As the Arab seeks at eve,
Thirsty from the shining sands;
There to bathe his face and hands,
While the sun is taking leave,
And dewy sleep is a delicious thing.
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
© George Gordon Byron
No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?
The Last Muster
© William Henry Ogilvie
And in at the open window the lowing of cattle came -
A mob that had never a laggard and never a beast that was lame;
And wethers, a thousand thousand, and ewes with their lambs beside,
Moved over the green flats feeding, spread river to ranges wide.
On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The
© Richard Lovelace
Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
For a fair turnip. Dig, dig on, O clowns
But how this comes about, Fates, can you tell,
This more then Maid of Meurs, this miracle?
Reciprocal Kindness The Primary Law Of Nature
© William Cowper
Androcles, from his injured lord, in dread
Of instant death, to Lybia's desert fled,