Life poems
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The Sonnets of Ishtar
© Lodge George Cabot
I am the world's imperishable desire;Life is because I will, for hope of meLife is, nor all the dark depths of the seaCould quench mine eyes' light nor my body's fire
Old Friends
© Linton William James
The old old friends!Some changed; some buried; some gone out of sight;Some enemies, and in this world's swift fight No time to make amends.
Portable Demons
© Leggat Alexandra
I found the ghost of Dorothy Parkerin an old movie house in Times SquareI approached her with condolencesand slowly coerced her out of there
Stand Up! --
© David Herbert Lawrence
Stand up, but not for Jesus!It's a little late for that.Stand up for justice and a jolly life.I'll hold your hat.
Man and Bat
© David Herbert Lawrence
When I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock ...My room, a crash-box over that great stone rattleThe Via de' Bardi ....
The Grudge of the Old
© David Herbert Lawrence
The old ones want to be young, and they aren't young,and it rankles, they ache when they see the young,and they can't help wanting to spite it on themvenomously.
Cruelty and Love / Love on the Farm
© David Herbert Lawrence
Version 1 (1913)1.2Lifted, grasping the golden light1.3Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves1.4 To my heart's delight?
Salve Deus Rex Iudæorum
© Lanyer Æmilia
Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the CauseOf faultlesse Jesus, who before him stands;Who neither hath offended Prince, nor Lawes,Although he now be brought in woefull bands:O noble Governour, make thou yet a pause,Doe not in innocent blood imbrue thy hands; But heare the words of thy most worthy wife, Who sends to thee, to beg her Sauiours life
A Song of Life and Golf
© Andrew Lang
THE thing they ca' the stimy o't, I find it ilka where!Ye 'maist lie deid -- an unco shot -- Anither's ba' is there!Ye canna win into the hole, However gleg ye be,And aye, where'er ma ba' may roll, Some limmer stimies me!Chorus -- Somebody stimying me, Somebody stimying me,The grass may grow, the ba' may row, Some limmer stimies me!
I lo'ed a lass, a bonny lass, Her lips an' locks were reid;Intil her heart I couldna pass: Anither man lay deid!He cam' atween me an' her heart, I turned wi' tearfu' e'e;I couldna loft him, I maun part, The limmer stimied me!
I socht a kirk, a bonny kirk, Wi' teind, an' glebe, an' a';A bonny yaird to feed a stirk, An' links to ca' the ba'!Anither lad he cam' an' fleeched -- A Convartit U
Acon and Rhodope; or, Inconstancy
© Walter Savage Landor
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by,Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve,Some froward, some sedater, some adorn'dFor festival, some reckless of attire
The Incarnation
© Knox Isa Craig
Not in cloud and not in thunder,Filling all the world with wonder, Came to earth the Lord of earth;But with helpless cries and tears,Mid a mother's pains and fears, Entered by the gate of birth.
The Obstructionist
© Knox Edmund George Valpy
She was not built upon a beauteous plan; I did not like her face or features much,The lady who was talking to the man Behind the little hutch.
McAndrew's Hymn
© Rudyard Kipling
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always Steam
To a Kaffir Baby
© King Edith L. M.
Kaffir baby, Kaffir baby, Going to the kraal,Are you really comfortable Hanging in your shrawl?
The Pessimist
© Benjamin Franklin King
Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food,Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude.
If I should die
© Benjamin Franklin King
If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and say, Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay -- If I should die to-night,And you should come in deepest grief and woe -- And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?"
If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel, Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel, I say, if I should die to-nightAnd you should come to me, and there and then Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten, I might arise the while, But I'd drop dead again
