Life poems
/ page 558 of 844 /Beauty. Part III.
© Henry James Pye
'Tis in the mind that Beauty stands confess'd,
In all the noblest pride of glory dress'd,
Where virtue's rules the conscious bosom arm,
There to our eyes she spreads her brightest charm:
There all her rays, with force collected, shine,
Proclaim her worth, and speak her race divine.
The Romaunt of Margret (excerpts)
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But better loveth he
Thy chaliced wine than thy chanted song,
And better both than thee,
Margret, Margret.
The Wish Of To-Day
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I ask not now for gold to gild
With mocking shine a weary frame;
The yearning of the mind is stilled,
I ask not now for Fame.
Our Life
© Paul Eluard
Well not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
We know in pairs we will know all about us
Well love everything our children will smile
At the dark history or mourn alone
How It Happened
© James Whitcomb Riley
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--
And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
I Taught Myself To Live Simply
© Anna Akhmatova
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
An Image From A Past Life
© William Butler Yeats
He. Never until this night have I been stirred.
The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
The Crow by Kaelum Poulson: American Life in Poetry #182 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Poetry has often served to remind us to look more closely, to see what may have been at first overlooked. Today's poem is by Kaelum Poulson of Washington state. A middle school student and already accomplished maker of poems, he writes of the thankless toils of an unlikely but entirely necessary member of our communitythe crow!
The Crow
Man's Knowledge - Ingorance in the Mysteries of God
© William Henry Drummond
Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep
Of inaccessible and dimming light,
The Poet and the Dun
© William Shenstone
"These are messengers
That feelingly persuade me what I am." -Shakspeare.
To A Late Comer
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
Why didst thou come into my life so late?
If it were morning I could welcome thee
The Shadow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE pathway of his mortal life hath wound
Beneath a shadow; just beyond it play
The genial breezes, and the cool brooks stray
Into melodious gushings of sweet sound,
To H.W.L.
© James Russell Lowell
ON HIS BIRTHDAY
I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
The Female Exile
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,
Fishing, His Birthday by Michael Sowder : American Life in Poetry #273 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureat
© Ted Kooser
Equipment. I like to paint and draw, and I own enough art supplies to start my own store. And for every hobby there are lots of supplies that seem essential. In this poem we get a whole tackle box full of equipment from Michael Sowder, who lives and fishes in Utah.
Fishing, His Birthday