Great poems
/ page 2 of 549 /The Comedian As The Letter C
© Wallace Stevens
379 Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
380 With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
381 No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty
© Edmund Spenser
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop
© Robert Southey
The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.
The Army of Death
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Jubilate Agno (excerpt)
© Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
Astrophel and Stella
© Sir Philip Sidney
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.
U R Ripping Us Apart!
© Tupac Shakur
Before u came the triangle never broke
we were bonded and melded as one
but as the 2 pushed u away
the one got weak and embraced u
and now u are ripping us apart..
Sonnet XXV
© William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
The Dreamers
© Siegfried Sassoon
I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,
And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain,
Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.
The Second Elegy
© Rainer Maria Rilke
If only we too could discover a pure contained
human place our own strip of fruit-bearing soil
between river and rock. For our own heart always exceeds us
as theirs did. And we can no longer follow it gazing
into images that soothe it into the godlike bodies
where measured more greatly if achieves a greater repose.
In Those Years
© Adrienne Rich
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I
On the Welch Language
© Katherine Philips
If honor to an ancient name be due,
Or riches challenge it for one that's new,
Ode of Ricardo Reis
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
To be great, be whole: nothing
Yours exaggerate nor delete.
The Four Seasons
© Obi Nwakanma
The forest hugs them
carves them into stones,
Etches them into the slow
eastern landscape: rivers, hills
the slow running water,
times broken inscapes…
A Good Knight In Prison
© William Morris
Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.
Modern Love XVI: In Our Old Shipwrecked Days
© George Meredith
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
When in the firelight steadily aglow,
Lambert Hutchins
© Edgar Lee Masters
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
One, the house I built on the hill,