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Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

I

The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

Then Enid pondered in her heart, and said:
'I will go back a little to my lord,
And I will tell him all their caitiff talk;
For, be he wroth even to slaying me,
Far liefer by his dear hand had I die,
Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.'

Grandmother Told Me So

© Henry Clay Work

American Eagle! hysterical bird!
Oh, flap your wing and crow!
The slaves are embellished-yes, that's the word,
For Grandmother told me so!

Glad Bird, I Do Bewail Thee

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Glad bird, I do bewail thee,
Thy song it was so sweet
That Earth looked up to hail thee
Till wings grew to her feet.

Gold

© Anacreon

A mighty pain to love it is,

And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;

Gordon Of Brackley

© Andrew Lang

Down Deeside cam Inveraye

Whistlin' and playing,

Guns Of Peace

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain,
Ghosts of dead heroes dying nobler far,
In the long patience of inglorious war,
Of famine, cold, heat, pestilence, and pain,--

Galahad In The Castle Of The Maidens

© Sara Teasdale

(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting)
The other maidens raised their eyes to him
Who stumbled in before them when the fight
Had left him victor, with a victor's right.

Gillespie.

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Riding at dawn, riding alone,
Gillespie left the town behind;
Before he turned by the Westward road
A horseman crossed him, staggering blind.

Good Teacher

© Henry Van Dyke

He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning,
He prepareth a lesson for me every day;
He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction,
Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth.

Grandmother Speaks of the Old Country by Lola Haskins: American Life in Poetry #64 Ted Kooser, U.S.

© Ted Kooser

Storytelling binds the past and present together, and is as essential to community life as are food and shelter. Many of our poets are masters at reshaping family stories as poetry. Here Lola Haskins retells a haunting tale, cast in the voice of an elder. Like the best stories, there are no inessential details. Every word counts toward the effect.

Grandmother Speaks of the Old Country

Gnosis

Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought:
Souls to souls never can teach
What unto themselves was taught.

Gortnamona

Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it was my heart that was ringing, ringing, ringing,
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me