Poems begining by H
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Here Dead We Lie
© Alfred Edward Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Hey Baby
© Maggie Estep
I got a huge bucket of non-dairy creamer
and some time to kill
so let's do it
we'll make some foul-smelling artifical milk
and drink gallons and gallons and gallons of it
Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
How We Are
© Lisa Zaran
My father's voice in the back of my head,
saying, forget that I'm dead and if you
can not do that than pretend.
Hymn
© Sidney Godolphin
Lord when the wise men came from farr,
Led to thy Cradle by a Starr,
Then did the shepherds too rejoyce,
Instructed by thy Angells voyce:
Blest were the wisemen in their skill,
And shepherds in their harmlesse will.
Hymn To Joy
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
CHORUS.
Welcome, all ye myriad creatures!
Brethren, take the kiss of love!
Yes, the starry realms above
Hide a Father's smiling features!
Human Knowledge
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Since thou readest in her what thou thyself hast there written,
And, to gladden the eye, placest her wonders in groups;--
Since o'er her boundless expanses thy cords to extend thou art able,
Thou dost think that thy mind wonderful Nature can grasp.
Hope
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now again it is young,
But "The better" 's forever the word on the tongue.
Honors
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
When the column of light on the waters is glassed,
As blent in one glow seem the shine and the stream;
But wave after wave through the glory has passed,
Just catches, and flies as it catches, the beam
So honors but mirror on mortals their light;
Not the man but the place that he passes is bright.
Honor To Woman
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Honor to woman! To her it is given
To garden the earth with the roses of heaven!
All blessed, she linketh the loves in their choir
In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing,
She tends on each altar that's hallowed to feeling,
And keeps ever-living the fire!
Hero And Leander
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
See you the towers, that, gray and old,
Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold,
Steep sternly fronting steep?
The Hellespont beneath them swells,
Hamlet Off-Stage: The Magnolia Closet
© D. C. Berry
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditations
of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight."
Whoever "Thy" is, that's the prayer to breathe,
words that chimed in my head while I stood under
Hamlet Off-Stage: Snail Peels Off
© D. C. Berry
For quick mental hygiene, the snail's my white
mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside.
Seriously. The snail's my man. He's shy,
shows speedy patience and plays safe, keeps his
Hamlet Off-Stage: She Wheel
© D. C. Berry
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk,
retching mucous slobber, then spewing air.
Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking
what a beauty: small Icelandic hooters,
Hamlet Off-Stage: Neutrinos Explain Suck-Uppers
© D. C. Berry
Neutrinos do zip but swap back and forth
into each other, much like Rosypoop
and Guildendoo do. For years it was thought
neutrinos hung out weightless as R&G.
Hamlet Off-Stage: Mona Gator
© D. C. Berry
Our mascot lives low, a baby alligator.
She's our happy-and-sad mask all at once,
Mona Lisa her name. She's my ideal,
her wrap-around grin both a smile and snarl.
Hamlet Off-Stage: Mel Gibson Dolls It
© D. C. Berry
Mel Gibson's Hamlet stinks -- doll Mel. Wind up
Mel and Mel's eyes glaze into porcelain,
blue gulfs of earnestness, and Gertrude
sucks it up, swilling Mel's sincerity --
Hamlet Off-Stage: Hambeau Heartbroke Horny
© D. C. Berry
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back
all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums.
I nearly claw out of my shell and say,
"You can't," but for a moment I've nothing
Hamlet Off-Stage: Laertes Cool
© D. C. Berry
Laertes has groupies, proof he has taste,
has cool. Wears skate-board clothes: elephant pants,
the crotch snagging his knees, tent-size tee-shirt.
He wants the play staged at a roller rink:
His Last Sonnet
© John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
