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Who Says Words With My Mouth?

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto X.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

I
At Church, in twelve hours more, we meet!
This, Dearest, is our last farewell.
Oh, Felix, do you love me? Sweet,
Why do you ask? I cannot tell.

Eva

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Dry the tears for holy Eva,
With the blessed angels leave her;
Of the form so soft and fair
Give to earth the tender care.

The Pledge At Spunky Point

© John Hay

A Tale of Earnest Effort and Human Perfidy

It's all very well for preaching

Holy Matrimony

© John Keble

Be present, awful Father,
To give away this bride,
As Eve thou gav'st to Adam
Out of his own pierced side:

The Lovers Song

© Alfred Austin

When Winter hoar no longer holds

The young year in his gripe,

To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

IS there a spot where Pity's foot,
Although unsandalled, fears to tread,
A silence where her voice is mute,
Where tears, and only tears, are shed?

A Picture

© John Henry Newman

"The maiden is not dead, but sleepeth."
She is not gone;still in our sight
That dearest maid shall live,
In form as true, in tints as bright,
As youth and health could give.

The Banks Of Wye - Book IV

© Robert Bloomfield

Here ivy'd fragments, lowering, throw
Broad shadows on the poor below,
Who, while they rest, and when they die,
Sleep on the rock-built shores of WYE.

Fences by Pat Mora: American Life in Poetry #192 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

Class, status, privilege; despite all our talk about equality, they're with us wherever we go. In this poem, Pat Mora, who grew up in a Spanish speaking home in El Paso, Texas, contrasts the lives of rich tourists with the less fortunate people who serve them. The titles of poems are often among the most important elements, and this one is loaded with implication. Fences

Mouths full of laughter,
the turistas come to the tall hotel
with suitcases full of dollars.

The Ruler's Daughter Raised

© John Newton

Could the creatures help or ease us

Seldom should we think of prayer;

Sonnet XLIX. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 1.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

BACK from old England, in whose courts he stood
Foremost to knit by act and word the band
Between the daughter and the mother-land
In all by either prized of truth and good,

The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie

© Edmund Spenser

Februarie: Ægloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.
CVDDIE.
AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?

The Man Forsworn

© William Watson

Who draws to-day the unrighteous sword?
Behold him stand, the Man Forsworn,
The warrior of the faithless word,
The pledge disowned, the covenant torn,
Who prates of honour, truth, and trust,
Ere he profanes them in the dust.

Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

© Walt Whitman

Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.

Morning Rain

© Du Fu

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened