Great poems

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Thoughtless Cruelty

© Charles Lamb

There, Robert, you have kill'd that fly — ,
And should you thousand ages try
The life you've taken to supply,
 You could not do it.

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The Cave Painters

© Eamon Grennan

Holding only a handful of rushlight

they pressed deeper into the dark, at a crouch 

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Satire III

© John Donne

Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids

Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;

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Poste Restante

© Ronald Stuart Thomas

I want you to know how it was,
whether the Cross grinds into dust
under men’s wheels or shines brightly
as a monument to a new era.

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Paradise Lost: Book X

© Patrick Kavanagh

So having said, he thus to Eve in few:
"Say, Woman, what is this which thou hast done?"
To whom sad Eve, with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge
Bold or loquacious, thus abash'd replied,
"The Serpent me beguil'd, and I did eat."

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The Wounded Cupid. Song

© Anacreon

Cupid as he lay among

Roses, by a Bee was stung.

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The Right Whale in Iowa

© Debora Greger

The shag rug of a Great Plains buffalo, 
 a flightless bird
gone to stone: over its fellow keepsakes,

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Lines

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

At the Portals of the Future,
  Full of madness, guilt and gloom,
Stood the hateful form of Slavery,
  Crying, Give, Oh! give me room–

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Upon the Hill and Grove at Bilbrough

© Andrew Marvell

TO THE LORD FAIRFAX


See how the archèd earth does here

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Beowulf (modern English translation)

© Pierre Reverdy

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings

of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,

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Fog

© Louise Imogen Guiney

Thy mood with man’s is broken and blent in,
City of Stains! And ache of thought doth drown
The primitive light in which thy life began;
Great as thy dole is, smirchèd with his sin,
Greater and elder yet the love of man
Full in thy look, tho’ the dark visor’s down.

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The Erotic Philosophers

© John Betjeman

It’s a spring morning; sun pours in the window 

As I sit here drinking coffee, reading Augustine. 

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Waterlily Fire

© Katha Pollitt

for Richard Griffith ?


1  THE BURNING

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Chomei at Toyama

© Ted Hughes

Swirl sleeping in the waterfall!
On motionless pools scum appearing 
 disappearing!

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In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See . . .

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see

  the people of the world 

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Dream Song 14

© John Berryman

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. 
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, 
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy 
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored 
means you have no

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Constantinople

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight,
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight.

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Song of the Two Crows

© Hayden Carruth

I sing of Morrisville 
(if you call this cry
 a song). I
(if you call this painful

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Lincoln, Man of the People

© Edwin Markham

When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour

Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,

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Encounter in the Local Pub

© Hugo Williams

Unlike Francis Bacon, we no longer believe in the little patterns we make of the chaos of history.
  —Overheard remark
As he looked up from his glass, its quickly melting ice,
into the bisected glowing demonic eyes of the goat,
he sensed that something fundamental had shifted,