Great poems
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Fand, A Feerie Act I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Eithne's Spinning Song
Things of the Earth and things of the Air,
Strengths that we feel though we cannot share,
Shapes that are round us and everywhere.
Small Things and Great
© Piet Hein
He that lets
the small things bind him
leaves the great
undone behind him.
Christmas Hymn
© Edith Nesbit
O CHRIST, born on the holy day,
I have no gift to give my King;
No flowers grow by my weary way;
I have no birthday song to sing.
Let Me Sing Of What I Know
© William Allingham
A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Dreams
© Virna Sheard
KEEP thou thy dreamsthough joy should pass thee by;
Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought;
It is for dreams that men will oft-times die
And count the passing pain of death as nought.
Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 2
© Christopher Smart
LET PETER rejoice with the MOON FISH who keeps up the life in the waters by night.
Let Andrew rejoice with the Whale, who is array'd in beauteous blue and is a combination of bulk and activity.
Flower-De-Luce
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers,
Or solitary mere,
Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers
Its waters to the weir!
First Communions
© Arthur Rimbaud
Truly, theyre stupid, these village churches
Where fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillars
Listen, trilling out their divine responses,
To a black freak whose boots stink of cellars:
But the sun wakes now, through the branches,
The irregular stained-glasss ancient colours.
Falling Stars.
© Robert Crawford
Only a falling star!
What was it to him
If millions of mortals were
Hurled down the dim
In The Harbour: Chimes
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night
Salute the passing hour, and in the dark
Letter To Maria Gisborne
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
The Author Upon Himself
© Jonathan Swift
By an old pursued,
A crazy prelate, and a royal prude;
By dull divines, who look with envious eyes
On ev'ry genius that attempts to rise;
The Botanic Garden (Part VI)
© Erasmus Darwin
"Born in yon blaze of orient sky,
"Sweet MAY! thy radiant form unfold;
"Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,
"And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
A Fantasy
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
Bess
© William Stafford
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her
cancer. She went to work every day past the
The Trash Can
© Charles Bukowski
there is a trash can on this
computer.
I just moved the poems
over
and dropped them into
the trash can.
The Ghetto
© Lola Ridge
Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
But no breath stirs the heat
Leaning its ponderous bulk upon the Ghetto
And most on Hester street…
Harvest Hymn
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Now autumn strews on every plain,
His mellow fruits and fertile grain;
