Good poems

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Ah Me! Ah Me!

© Sugawara Takesue no Musume

Ah, me! Ah, me! My weary doom to labour here in the Palace!

Seven good wine-jars have I - and three in my province.

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Paradise Lost: Book I (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.

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Under The Rose

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Oh the rose of keenest thorn!
One hidden summer morn
Under the rose I was born.

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The Hunting of the Snark

© Lewis Carroll

"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
 As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
 By a finger entwined in his hair.

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Amen

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

It is over. What is over?
 Nay, now much is over truly!—
Harvest days we toiled to sow for;
 Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
 Now the wheat is garnered duly.

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Alf’s Eleventh Bit

© Ezra Pound

My great press cleaves the guts of men,
My great noise drowns their cries,
My sales beat all the other ten,
Because I print most lies.

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The Cowboy

© James Tate

  Someone had spread an elaborate rumor about me, that I was

in possession of an extraterrestrial being, and I thought I knew who

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Caroline Chisholm

© Henry Kendall

THE PRIESTS and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings;
They were vain of their greatness and worth, and gladdened with glittering things;
They were fair in the favour of gold, and they walked on, with delicate feet,
Where, famished and faint with the cold, the women fell down in the street.

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For Love

© Robert Creeley

for Bobbie
Yesterday I wanted to
speak of it, that sense above 
the others to me
important because all

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Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Amidst these glorious works of Thine,
The solemn minarets of the pine,
And awful Shasta's icy shrine,--

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Captain Reece

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Of all the ships upon the blue,
No ship contained a better crew
Than that of worthy CAPTAIN REECE,
Commanding of THE MANTELPIECE.

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Rubber-Stamp Humour

© Franklin Pierce Adams

If couples mated but for love;

  If women all were perfect cooks;

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An Old Story

© George MacDonald

I.

In the ancient house of ages,

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For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen

© Hart Crane

 There is the world dimensional for
  those untwisted by the love of things
  irreconcilable ...

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Sonnet II: Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white

© Sir John Suckling

Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white,

  To make up my delight;

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Five Poems From “Helen: A Revision”

© Jack Spicer

Nothing is known about Helen but her voice
Strange glittering sparks
Lighting no fires but what is reechoed
Rechorded, set on the icy sea.

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The Journey

© Grace Fallow Norton

I went upon a journey
To countries far away,
From province unto province
To pass my holiday.

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1994

© Paul Celan

i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
when a thumb of ice
stamped itself hard near my heart

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Easter, 1916

© William Butler Yeats

I have met them at close of day 

Coming with vivid faces

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Thyrsis: A Monody, to Commemorate the Author's Friend, Arthur Hugh Clough

© Matthew Arnold

How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!


  In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;