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Fameless Graves
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,
Yet found therein not one illustrious name
Wedded by Death to Fame.
The Potato Eaters by Leonard E. Nathan: American Life in Poetry #7 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
Leonard Nathan is a master of short poems in which two or three figures are placed on what can be seen to be a stage, as in a drama. Here, as in other poems like it, the speaker's sentences are rich with implications. This is the title work from Nathan's book from Orchises Press (1999):
The Potato Eaters
Sometimes, the naked taste of potato
reminds me of being poor.
The Climber
© Virna Sheard
He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top,
His hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay;
And yet he watched with eyes unsatisfied
The downward winding way.
Brothers, And A Sermon
© Jean Ingelow
“What, chorus! are you dumb? you should have cried,
‘So good comes out of evil;’” and with that,
As if all pauses it was natural
To seize for songs, his voice broke out again:
The Foolish Traveller; Or, A Good Inn Is A Bad Home
© Hannah More
There was a Prince of high degree,
As great and good as Prince could be;
Much power and wealth were in his hand,
With Lands and Lordships at command.
The Family Laramie
© William Henry Drummond
Hssh! look at ba-bee on de leetle blue chair,
W'at you t'ink hes tryin' to do?
Bronco Shod With Wings
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,
I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal dare.
But sing me to the earth again on wide, descending wings,
That I may not forget the touch of homely human things.
Third Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh,
To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,
And raise accusing shades of hours gone by,
To come between us and all kindly thought!
Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et A
© Delmore Schwartz
Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
© William Wordsworth
O Nightingale! thou surely art
A creature of a "fiery heart":-
Given And Taken
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The snow-flakes were softly falling
Adown on the landscape white,
Octopus
© Arthur Clement Hilton
By Algernon Charles Sin-Burn
Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed,
The Old Home By The Mill
© James Whitcomb Riley
This is "The old Home by the Mill"--far we still call it so,
Although the old mill, roof and sill, is all gone long ago.
The old home, though, and old folks, and the old spring, and a few
Old cat-tails, weeds and hartychokes, is left to welcome you!
The Fall Of Richmond
© Frances Anne Kemble
Roll not a drumsend not a clarion note
Of haughty triumph to the silent sky!
The Home Of The Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Answer me, burning stars of night,
Where is the spirit gone,
Kwannon
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning
They bring to me alone,
Shells that are veined like irises, and those
Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose.
Wherefore an hundredfold again returning
I render them their own -
Rizpah
© Henry Kendall
SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,
To Jesses mighty son: My Lord, O King,
The Eutawville Lynching
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
In the State of "Old Palmetto," from the town of Eutawville,
Comes a voice of pain and anguish that refuses to be still.
'Tis a voice that cries for vengeance for the wrongs it has received,
Yea, it asks a nation's conscience, When will justice be achieved?
