Life poems
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The Dawn
© Ada Cambridge
All the wild waves rock'd in shadow,
And the world was dim and grey,
Dark and silent, hush'd and breathless,
Waiting calmly for the day.
Love's Nocturn
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Master of the murmuring courts
Where the shapes of sleep convene!—
Epistle from Mrs. Yonge to Her Husband
© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Think not this paper comes with vain pretense
To move your pity, or to mourn th offense.
Omar Khayyam
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
READING in Omar till the thoughts that burned
Upon his pages seemed to be inurned
Within me in a silent fire, my pen
By instinct to his flowing metre turned.
Interesting Times
© Mark Jarman
Everything’s happening on the cusp of tragedy, the tip of comedy, the pivot of event.
You want a placid life, find another planet. This one is occupied with the story’s arc:
The Filling Of The Swamps
© William Henry Ogilvie
Hurrah for the storm-clouds sweeping!
Hurrah for the driving rain!
Thoughts on Imputed Righteousness - Occasioned by Reading Theron and Aspasio : Part III.
© John Byrom
Adam and Eve, by Satan's wiles decoy'd,
Did what the kind Commandment said - avoid.
Sonnet LXXVII. To The Insect Of The Gossamer
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line
Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air
Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where
Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design,
I Was Made Erect and Lone
© Henry David Thoreau
I was made erect and lone,
And within me is the bone;
The Sorcerer: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
For to-day young Alexis-young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline-to Aline Sangazure,
And that pride of his sex is-of his sex is to be next her
At the feast on the green-on the green, oh, be sure!
O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk
© Bob Kaufman
In the beginning, in the wet
Warm dark place,
The Rose
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Or, being hard, perchance his finger-tips
Careless might touch the satin of its cup,
And he should feel a dead babe's budding lips
To his lips lifted up;
Loved a little, Worked a little
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Kuch Ishaq Kiya Kuch Kaam Kiya.
Who Log Bohat Khush Qismat Thay,
Love Sonnet LVIII
© Zora Bernice May Cross
As midnight drinks a message from the moon
And morning takes her orders from the sun,
So let our bodies to our souls submit
And live for ever in their still high-noon,
Where morn and midnight gather into one,
And only angels on their missions flit.
The Test of Fantasy
© Joanne Kyger
It unfolds and ripples like a banner, downward. All the stories
come folding out. The smells and flowers begin to come back, as
the tapestry is brightly colored and brocaded. Rabbits and violets.
Song #14.
© Robert Crawford
Two words or three
The bird sings in the tree:
My love was all to me
When life was young.
Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth
© André Breton
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
To a Highland Girl
© André Breton
(At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond)
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
