Life poems
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The Song Of Hiawatha XVI: Pau-Puk-Keewis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
He, the handsome Yenadizze,
my dream about time
© Paul Celan
a woman unlike myself is running
down the long hall of a lifeless house
A Name
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The name the Gallic exile bore,
St. Malo! from thy ancient mart,
Became upon our Western shore
Greenleaf for Feuillevert.
The Coast-Road
© Robinson Jeffers
A horseman high-alone as an eagle on the spur of the mountain over Mirmas Canyon draws rein, looks down
At the bridge-builders, men, trucks, the power-shovels, the teeming end of the new coast-road at the mountain’s base.
The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students
© Washington Allston
Goodbye,
you who are, for me, the postmarks again
of imaginary towns—Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell—
their solitude given away in poems, only their loneliness kept.
October And May
© Henry James Pye
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.
: "Behold, with mild and matron mien,
Sonnets from the Portuguese 20: Beloved, my Beloved
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
A Mystery Play
© Duncan Campbell Scott
There must be fire in the city
To throw that yellow glare;
And fire in the little villages
On all the hearthstones there.
The View from an Attic Window
© Howard Nemerov
for Francis and Barbara
1
Among the high-branching, leafless boughs
Above the roof-peaks of the town,
Snowflakes unnumberably come down.
a song in the front yard
© Gwendolyn Brooks
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
Fand, A Feerie Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
[She looks towards the sea.
Attendant. None.
The sea mist drives too thickly.
England CXVII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Yet, though treason and fierce unreason should league and lie and defame
and smite,
We that know thee, how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons of
night,
We that love thee, behold above thee the witness written of life in
light.
from The Laurel Tree
© Louis Simpson
In the clear light that confuses everything
Only you, dark laurel,
Shadow my house,
In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659
© Anne Bradstreet
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.
The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo)
© Henry Lawson
It was the Man from Waterloo,
When work in town was slack,
from The Task, Book II: The Time-Piece
© William Cowper
(excerpt)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
Cape Cod
© George Santayana
The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine,
The wide reach of bay and the long sky line,
O, I am sick for home!
Minuscule Things
© William Matthews
There’s a crack in this glass so fine we can’t see it,
and in the blue eye of the candleflame’s needle
there’s a dark fleck, a speck of imperfection
