Great poems

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Blueberries

© Robert Frost

"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum

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Even-Song

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT may be, yes, it must be, Time that brings

An end to mortal things,

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A Servant to Servants

© Robert Frost

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!

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The Mountains of Mourne

© William Percy French

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight

With people here working by day and by night

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The Suburban Classes

© Stevie Smith

There is far too much of the suburban classes

Spiritually not geographically speaking. They’re asses.

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The Garden Of The Sea.

© Arthur Henry Adams

THE infinite garden of the sea is His
To play in. Gravely smiling He resigns
To man his choice — this rugged plot of earth,
Watches man tear it with his deep canals,

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Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird

© Jean Ingelow

“O, I hear thee in the blue;
Would that I might wing it too!
O to have what hope hath seen!
O to be what might have been!

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The Sacrifice Of Iphigenia

© Aeschylus

Now long and long from wintry Strymon blew


The weary, hungry, anchor-straining blasts,

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Natural Perversities

© James Whitcomb Riley

I am not prone to moralize

  In scientific doubt

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Devotion

© Robert Frost

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.

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Canis Major

© Robert Frost

The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.

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Two Look at Two

© Robert Frost

Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case

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One Step Backward Taken

© Robert Frost

Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance

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The Approach

© Thomas Traherne

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That childish thoughts such joys inspire,

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Provide, Provide

© Robert Frost

The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,

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What We Need by Jo McDougall: American Life in Poetry #55 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

A circus is an assemblage of illusions, and here Jo McDougall, a Kansas poet, shows us a couple of performers, drab and weary in their ordinary lives, away from the lights at the center of the ring.

What We Need

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The Silence

© Emile Verhaeren

Ever since ending of the summer weather.
When last the thunder and the lightning broke,
Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,
The Silence has not stirred, there in the heather.

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The Kalevala - Rune VII

© Elias Lönnrot

WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.


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The Star Sirius

© George Meredith

Bright Sirius! that when Orion pales

To dotlings under moonlight still art keen

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To Count Carlo Pepoli

© Giacomo Leopardi

This wearisome and this distressing sleep

  That we call life, O how dost thou support,