Life poems
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Maude.
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A BALLAD OF THE OLDEN TIME.
Around the castle turrets fiercely moaned the autumn blast,
And within the old lords daughter seemed dying, dying fast;
While oer her couch in frenzied grief the stricken father bent,
And in deep sobs and stifled moans his anguish wild found vent.
Mount Erebus: (A Fragment)
© Henry Kendall
A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire,
Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime
"Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim"
© Thomas Hood
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night,
The Shadow-Third
© Roderic Quinn
THEY met in the old conventional way,
And married, and that was the end
Of a little matter that touched three hearts
A girl, a man, and his friend.
Indian Summer by Diane Glancy : American Life in Poetry #233 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Diane Glancy is one of our country’s Native American poets, and I recently judged her latest book, Asylum in the Grasslands, the winner of a regional competition. Here is a good example of her clear and steady writing.
Indian Summer
There’s a farm auction up the road.
The Sleeping City
© George Meredith
A Princess in the eastern tale
Paced thro' a marble city pale,
And saw in ghastly shapes of stone
The sculptured life she breathed alone;
El Poeta Y La Ilusion (The Poet And The Illusion)
© Delmira Agustini
La princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana,
Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana
Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis.
Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana.
My Savior, On The Word Of Truth
© Anna Laetitia Waring
My Savior, on the word of truth
In earnest hope I live;
Sonnet L. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O SHIP that bears him to his native shore,
Beneath whose keel the seething ocean heaves,
Bring safe our poet with his garnered sheaves
Of Life's ripe autumn poesy and lore!
Ancient Greek Song Of Exile
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHERE is the summer, with her golden sun?
-That festal glory hath not pass'd from earth:
For me alone the laughing day is done!
Where is the summer with her voice of mirth?
-Far in my own bright land!
While The West Is Paling
© William Ernest Henley
While the west is paling
Starshine is begun.
While the dusk is failing
Glimmers up the sun.
Since Cleopatra Died
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
SINCE Cleopatra died! Long years are past,
In Antonys fancy, since the deed was done.
Blind Sorrow
© George MacDonald
"My life is drear; walking I labour sore;
The heart in me is heavy as a stone;
And of my sorrows this the icy core:
Life is so wide, and I am all alone!"
The Sigh
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
When youth his fairy reign began,
Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man;
While peace the present hour beguiled,
When Day Is Done
© Edgar Albert Guest
When day is done and the night slips down,
And I've turned my back on the busy town,
And come once more to the welcome gate
Where the roses nod and the children wait,
I tell myself as I see them smile
That life is good and its tasks worth while.
