Great poems

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A Marriage Poem

© Ellen Bryant Voigt

What does it mean when a woman says, 
“my husband,”
if she sits all day in the tub;
if she worries her life like a dog a rat;
if her husband seems familiar but abstract,
a bandaged hand she’s forgotten how to use.

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[hist whist]

© Edward Estlin Cummings

hist  whist
little ghostthings
tip-toe
twinkle-toe

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Ulysses

© Alfred Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

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the vacant lot

© Gwendolyn Brooks

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick

Isn’t here any more.

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from The Seasons: Winter

© James Thomson

  Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit; and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure,
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

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Dreamwood

© Adrienne Rich

In the old, scratched, cheap wood of the typing stand

there is a landscape, veined, which only a child can see

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Wyatt Resteth Here

© Henry Howard

Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;
Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,
And virtue sank the deeper in his breast;
Such profit he of envy could obtain.

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The Operation

© Anne Sexton

Clean of the body’s hair,
I lie smooth from breast to leg.
All that was special, all that was rare
is common here. Fact: death too is in the egg.
Fact: the body is dumb, the body is meat.
And tomorrow the O.R. Only the summer was sweet.

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To Ben Jonson

© Thomas Carew

'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand


Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand

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The Bard: A Pindaric Ode

© Thomas Gray

I.1.


 "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!

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The Ship Pounding

© Donald Hall

Each morning I made my way 

among gangways, elevators, 

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from Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax

© Andrew Marvell

Within this sober frame expect

Work of no foreign architect;

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Blue Ridge

© Ellen Bryant Voigt

Up there on the mountain road, the fireworks

blistered and subsided, for once at eye level:

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Yarrow Revisited

© André Breton

The gallant Youth, who may have gained,


 Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"

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Iowa City: Early April

© Robert Hass

And last night the sapphire of the raccoon's eyes in the beam of the flashlight.
He was climbing a tree beside the house, trying to get onto the porch, I think, for a wad of oatmeal
Simmered in cider from the bottom of the pan we'd left out for the birds.

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The Menage

© Carl Rakosi

 “Because my element is near.”
and reflecting,
 “The eye of man cares. Yes!”

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The Old Meeting House

© Alfred Noyes

(new jersey, 1918)
Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn.
  Those wise old elms could hear no cry
  Of all that distant agony—
Only the red-winged blackbird, and the rustle of thick ripe corn. 

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Lastness

© Washington Allston

A black bear sits alone


in the twilight, nodding from side

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from Totem Poem [In the yellow time of pollen]

© Luke Davies

In the yellow time of pollen, in the blue time of lilacs,


in the green that would balance on the wide green world,

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The Redshifting Web

© Wole Soyinka

5  Moored off Qingdao, before sunrise,
 the pilot of a tanker is selling dismantled bicycles.
 Once, a watchmaker coated numbers on the dial