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Gathering Leaves in Grade School by Judith Harris: American Life in Poetry #183 Ted Kooser, U.S. Po

© Ted Kooser

Perhaps you made paper leaves when you were in grade school. I did. But are our memories as richly detailed as these by Washington, D.C. poet, Judith Harris?

Gathering Leaves in Grade School

General Gordon

© George MacDonald

I.

Victorious through failure! faithful Lord,

Guinevere At Her Fireside

© Dorothy Parker

A nobler king had never breath-
I say it now, and said it then.
Who weds with such is wed till death
And wedded stays in Heaven. Amen.

Greek Architecture

© Herman Melville

Not magnitude, not lavishness,
But Formthe Site;
Not innovating wilfulness,
But reverence for the Archetype.

Ghosts of Dreams

© William Herbert Carruth

We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint

© Robert Burns

Go fetch to me a pint o wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink, before I go,
A service to my bonie lassie:

Genevieve

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Maid of my love! sweet Genevieve!
In beauty's light you glide along;
Your eye is like the star of eve,
And sweet your voice, as seraph's song.

God Speaks To Each Of Us

© Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:

MY lover kissed my lips, and his arms went round my body,
But you were kissing the lips of my soul in our own wild garden
Where the rose-colored moon shone down
Through a sevenfold garland of rainbow stars
And a river of clear golden music rippled and thrilled
In our own place.

God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood

© Victor Marie Hugo

God, whose gifts in gracious flood
Unto all who seek are sent,
Only asks you to be good,
And is content.

Gossip

© John Kenyon

Gossip right and left you're strowing,

Never heeding what you do;

God's Acre

© Blanche Edith Baughan

NEATH the spiring of spruces

Above the blue sea,

Geometry by Nancy Botkin: American Life in Poetry #117 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

We knew them only in summer when the air
passed through the screens. The neighbor girls
talked to us across the great divide: attic window
to attic window. We started with our names.
Our whispers wobbled along a tightrope,
and below was the rest of our lives.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright © 2006 by Nancy Botkin. Reprinted from âPoetry East,â? Spring, 2006, by permission of the author, whose full-length book of poems, âParts That Were Once Whole,â? is available from Mayapple Press, 2007. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

Grey Hours: Naples

There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fade

To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;

Grace And Love

Two flower-enfolding crystal vases she

I love fills daily, mindful but of one:

Grandmother's Story Of Bunker Hill Battle (as she saw it from the Belfry)

'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers
All the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried men's souls";
When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel story,
To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals.