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On a Spanish Cathedral

© Henry Kendall

DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,

I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!

The Last Song

© Madison Julius Cawein

She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,

And, tired out with too much happiness,

The Lanawn Shee

© Francis Ledwidge

Powdered and perfumed the full bee
Winged heavily across the clover,
And where the hills were dim with dew,
Purple and blue the west leaned over.

The Cherry Tree by David Wagoner: American Life in Poetry #202 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2

Its oldest branches now, the survivors carved
by knife blades, rain, and wind, are sending shoots
straight up, blood red, into the light again.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright Â©2008 by David Wagoner, whose most recent book of poetry is âGood Morning and Good Night,â? University of Illinois Press, 2005. Reprinted from âCrazyhorse,â? No. 73, Spring 2008, by permission of David Wagoner. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

A Dead Woman

© Henry Cuyler Bunner

Not a kiss in life; but one kiss, at lifes end,
I have set on the face of Death in trust for thee.
Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, 0 friend!
At the gate of Silence give it back to me.

Hollyhocks

© Edgar Albert Guest

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:

The morning-glories on the wall,

"`If you were mine, if you were mine"

© Alfred Austin

`If you were mine, if you were mine,

The day would dawn, the stars would shine,

Sonnett - XIV

© James Russell Lowell

ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT

As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,

Eclogue III

© Virgil

Damoetas.
Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
Committed to my care.

The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgin-Martyr

© Robert Herrick

O thou, the wonder of all days!
O paragon, and pearl of praise!
O Virgin-martyr, ever blest
Above the rest
Of all the maiden-train! We come,
And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.

Fleet Street

© Arthur Henry Adams

BENEATH this narrow jostling street,

Unruffled by the noise of feet,

Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,
Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be,
Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity;

The Roman Gravemounds

© Thomas Hardy

By Rome's dim relics there walks a man,
Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade;
I guess what impels him to scrape and scan;
Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed.

Mi Hermana With Translation

Son las diez de la noche; en el cuarto en penumbra,
Mi hermana está dormida, las manos sobre el pecho;
Es muy blanca su cara y es muy blanco su lecho,
Como si comprendiera, la luz casi no alumbra.

Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria

Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.

Autumnal Nightfall

Round Autumn's mouldering urn
Loud mourns the chill and cheerless gale,
When nightfall shades the quiet vale
And stars in beauty burn.

The Assimilation Of The Gypsies

© Larry Levis

In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,