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Like Coins, November by Elizabeth Klise von Zerneck : American Life in Poetry #241 Ted Kooser, U.S.
© Ted Kooser
I love poems in which the central metaphors are fresh and original, and here’s a marvelous, coiny description of autumn by Elizabeth Klise von Zerneck, who lives in Illinois.
Like Coins, November
We drove past late fall fields as flat and cold
Lara. A Tale
© George Gordon Byron
Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."
Life is but a Dream
© Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Love's Saint
© William Baylebridge
Some lip will use her name-a rapt surprise,
Passing the heart's set ward, upon me steals.
Love Infinite
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Where the honeysuckle blows
In the summer night, entwined
With fresh leaves of the rose,
Greenness in gloom divined;
Sweet breaths in a mystery conspire
My soul to ravish in swift desire
Love Song
© Charles Godfrey Leland
O VERE mine lofe a sugar-powl,
De fery shmallest loomp
Vouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole,
Und make de shildren shoomp.
Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Sweden
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Sweden,
Who went by the slow rain to Weedon;
When they cried, 'Weedon Station!'
She made no observation
But thought she should go back to Sweden.
Last Lines
© Walter Savage Landor
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
Looking In The Fire
© Ada Cambridge
The snow falls soft and thick. My cedar bough
Sways up and down, and scratches on the glass.
The wind sighs in the chimney, as I sit,
With elbows on my knees, before the fire,
Resting a crumpled chin in hollow'd palms.
La Ricordanza
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
MAGGIOR dolore è ben la Ricordanza,
O nell' amaro inferno amena stanza?
La Scala Santa
© Charles Godfrey Leland
IN San Gianni Lateran,
Dey've cot a flight of shdairs,
More woonderful ash nefer vas,
As Latin pooks declares.
Lie-a-bed
© Lesbia Harford
My darling lies down in her soft white bed,
And she laughs at me.
Her laughter has flushed her pale cheeks with red.
Her eyes dance with glee.
Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Russia
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Russia,
Who screamed so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme,--
No one heard such a scream
As was screamed by that Lady from Russia.
Love
© Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
We are two trunks ignited by lightning
Two flames in the midnight forest;
We are two meteors flying in the night,
The double-stinging arrow of a single fate!
Lines Read At The New York City Hall Meeting On Lafayette Day, 1918
© John Jay Chapman
And even while we hold our holiday
The Allied ranks in fierce array
Press on the foe like huntsman on the prey:
The Wild Boar of the North is brought to bay!
Lines For Music (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Loud wind, strong wind, where art thou blowing?
Into the air, the viewless air,
