Great poems

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Courage is a motherless lamb

© Ivan Donn Carswell

For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat,
occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would burst from cover
and butt whomever graced his yard. He meant it in fun, something
he had done since his bottle-fed youth, he knew no other form of greeting.

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Cherry bomb

© Ivan Donn Carswell

I said goodbye and went to bed to die;
I never knew that they had lied – was quite
surprised they didn’t seem to care, I agonised,
refused to cry although in time the tears

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Faustus And Helen

© Arthur Symons

HELEN
Have I slept long? You waken me from sleep.
I have forgotten something: what is it?

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Camping in a kitchen

© Ivan Donn Carswell

To say we’ve done it all before is not to bend
the truth and though we’ve lost our youth
the vision of the bright contemporary kitchen
draws us on, sustaining us beyond our strength.

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To Napoleon

© John Clare

The heroes of the present and the past

  Were puny, vague, and nothingness to thee:

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Ad Invasions

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Advertisements, they’ve trashed the web,
somehow they’ve gotten into bed
with common sense; ubiquitous
and so intense, insistent

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Web

© Denise Levertov

Intricate and untraceable
weaving and interweaving,
dark strand with light:

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A Fuedal Picture

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WITH what a grace she passed us by just now!

Her delicate chin half raised, her cordial brow

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The Great Black Heron

© Denise Levertov

Since I stroll in the woods more often
than on this frequented path, it's usually
trees I observe; but among fellow humans
what I like best is to see an old woman

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Maiden-Song

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

But I have a will to work,
And a heart for you:
Bid me stay or bid me go.'

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September 1961

© Denise Levertov

This is the year the old ones,
the old great ones
leave us alone on the road.

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The Borough. Letter XVIII: The Poor And Their

© George Crabbe

applause:
To her own house is borne the week's supply;
There she in credit lives, there hopes in peace to

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"Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed"

© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed

Long curved sail needles of the green pitch pine,

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L’allegro

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Felicity!

  Who ope'st to none that knocks, yet, laughing weak,

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The Spirit Of Great Joan

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Back of each soldier who fights for France,

Aye, back of each woman and man

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Tim Turpin

© Thomas Hood

Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,
And ne'er had seen the skies :
For Nature, when his head was made,
Forgot to dot his eyes.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 05 - Character Of The Atoms

© Lucretius

So primal germs have solid singleness
Nor otherwise could they have been conserved
Through aeons and infinity of time
For the replenishment of wasted worlds.

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XIV: Ode: To Sir William Sydney, On His Birth-day

© Benjamin Jonson

Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire,

 And some do drink, and some do dance,

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The Golden Legend: VI. The School Of Salerno

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  _Doctor Serafino._ I, with the Doctor Seraphic, maintain,
That a word which is only conceived in the brain
Is a type of eternal Generation;
The spoken word is the Incarnation.

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Turns And Movies: Duval's Birds

© Conrad Aiken

The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,
Circled three times above the upturned faces
With a great whir of brilliant outspread wings,
And then returned to stagger on her finger.