Great poems

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Psalm 150

© Mary Sidney Herbert

Oh, laud the Lord, the God of hosts commend,

  Exalt his pow’r, advance his holiness:

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Granddaughter

© Robinson Jeffers

And here’s a portrait of my granddaughter Una


When she was two years old: a remarkable painter,

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Lincoln

© Delmore Schwartz

Manic-depressive Lincoln, national hero! 
How just and true that this great nation, being conceived 
In liberty by fugitives should find 
—Strange ways and plays of monstrous History—
This Hamlet-type to be the President—

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
PART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

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from The Triumph of Love

© Geoffrey Hill

Rancorous, narcissistic old sod—what
makes him go on? We thought, hoped rather,
he might be dead. Too bad. So how
much more does he have of injury time?

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Songs from the Plays - “When that I was and a little tiny boy”

© William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
  With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
  For the rain it raineth every day.

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Prodigal

© Richard Jones

You could drive out of this country

and attack the world with your ambition,

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Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl

© John Greenleaf Whittier

To the Memory of the Household It Describes


This Poem is Dedicated by the Author

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Each Defeat

© Eileen Myles

I couldn’t tell anyone about this sight.
Each defeat
Is sweet.

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The World Is Too Much With Us

© André Breton

The world is too much with us; late and soon,


Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

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This Room and Everything in It

© Li-Young Lee

Lie still now
while I prepare for my future,
certain hard days ahead,
when I’ll need what I know so clearly this moment.

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The Secular Masque

© John Dryden

JANUS
Since Momus comes to laugh below,
 Old Time begin the show,
That he may see, in every scene,
What changes in this age have been,

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Ellen West

© Frank Bidart

I love sweets,—
  heaven
would be dying on a bed of vanilla ice cream ...
But my true self 

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Yellowjackets

© Yusef Komunyakaa

When the plowblade struck 

An old stump hiding under 

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The Haunted Oak

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
 Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
 Runs a shudder over me?

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Prodigy

© Charles Simic

It was a small house
near a Roman graveyard. 
Planes and tanks
shook its windowpanes.

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Sun and Moon

© Jane Kenyon

For Donald Clark
Drugged and drowsy but not asleep
I heard my blind roommate's daughter 
helping her with her meal:
“What's that? Squash?”
“No. It's spinach.”

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Banneker

© Rita Dove

What did he do except lie


under a pear tree, wrapped in

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Bat Cave

© Hugo Williams

The cave looked much like any other 

from a little distance but