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The Two Of Us Wont Share A Glass Together

© Anna Akhmatova

The two of us wont share a glass together
Be it of water or of sweet red wine;
We wont be kissing, in the morning either
Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine…
You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however
We are united by one love forever.

On The Death Of A Child

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed!

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! ~ Shakespeare.

To The Bay Of Dublin

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

My native Bay, for many a year

I've lov'd thee with a trembling fear,

A Father's Tribute

© Edgar Albert Guest

I don't know what they'll put him at, or what

his post may be;

Manhattan

© Lola Ridge

Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,

In a vesture of gold -

A Dandelion for My Mother by Jean Nordhaus: American Life in Poetry #131 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laure

© Ted Kooser

Sometimes beginning writers tell me they get discouraged because it seems that everything has already been written about. But every experience, however commonplace, is unique to he or she who seizes it. There have undoubtedly been many poems about how dandelions pass from yellow to wind-borne gossamer, but this one by the Maryland poet, Jean Nordhaus, offers an experience that was unique to her and is a gift to us.

Dorothy's Opinion

© Carolyn Wells

Mamma has bought a calendar,
And every single page
Has pictures on of little girls
'Most just about my age.

Upon A Penny Loaf

© John Bunyan

Thy price one penny is in time of plenty,
In famine doubled, 'tis from one to twenty.
Yea, no man knows what price on thee to set
When there is but one penny loaf to get.

Elegy Of Fortinbras

© Zbigniew Herbert

Anyhow you had to perish Hamlet you were not for life
you believed in crystal notions not in human clay
always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras
wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit
you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN UNJUST
If I was angry once that you refused
The bread I asked and offered me a stone,
Deeming the rights of bounty thus abused

Laundry by Ruth Moose: American Life in Poetry #105 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

I've talked often in this column about how poetry can hold a mirror up to life, and I'm especially fond of poems that hold those mirrors up to our most ordinary activities, showing them at their best and brightest. Here Ruth Moose hangs out some laundry and, in an instant, an everyday chore that might have seemed to us to be quite plain is fresh and lovely.

Jim Jones

© Anonymous

The winds blew high upon the sea, and the pirates come along,
but the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong,
they opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away.
I'd have rather joined that pirate ship than come to Botany Bay.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter XII - The Book And The Ring

HERE were the end, had anything an end:

Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared

Una

© John Hay

In the whole wide world there was but one,
Others for others, but she was mine,
The one fair woman beneath the sun.

Ye Jacobites By Name

© Robert Burns

Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear, you shall hear!
Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear!