Life poems

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude V.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A strain of music closed the tale,
A low, monotonous, funeral wail,
That with its cadence, wild and sweet,
Made the long Saga more complete.

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Autobiography

© Dorothy Parker

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new,
 And pristine is my hat;
My dress is 1922….
 My life is all like that.

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Italy : 8. The Brothers

© Samuel Rogers

In the same hour the breath of life receiving,
They came together and were beautiful;
But, as they slumbered in their mother's lap,
How mournful was their beauty!  She would sit,

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Sunthin' In The Pastoral Line

© James Russell Lowell

Now I wuz settin' where I'd ben, it seemed,
An' ain't sure yit whether I rally dreamed,
Nor, ef I did, how long I might ha' slep',
When I hearn some un stompin' up the step,
An' lookirz' round, ef two an' two make four,
I see a Pilgrim Father in the door.

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Outgrown

© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr

Nay, you wrong her my friend, she's not fickle; her love she has simply outgrown:

One can read the whole matter, translating her heart by the light of one's own.

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The Crying Water

© Arthur Symons

O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry.
As I lie and listen, and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea,
O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?
All night long the water is crying to me.

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Sleep

© Kenneth Slessor

Do you give yourself to me utterly,

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Five Bells

© Kenneth Slessor

Deep and dissolving verticals of light
Ferry the falls of moonshine down. Five bells
Coldly rung out in a machine's voice. Night and water
Pour to one rip of darkness, the Harbour floats
In the air, the Cross hangs upside-down in water.

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Getting Her A Valentine

© Edgar Albert Guest

“GIVE me the prettiest valentine
You've got in the shop," said he,
"One with the tenderest sort o' line,
In type that her eyes can see.
One that she won't need her specs to read,
'I love you my darling,' is all I need.

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Rutherford McDowell

© Edgar Lee Masters

They brought me ambrotypes
Of the old pioneers to enlarge.
And sometimes one sat for me—
Some one who was in being

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Planting a Dogwood by Roy Scheele: American Life in Poetry #73 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2

© Ted Kooser

Those of us who have planted trees and shrubs know well that moment when the last spade full of earth is packed around the root ball and patted or stamped into place and we stand back and wish the young plant good fortune. Here the poet Roy Scheele offers us a few well-chosen words we can use the next time.


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Johnson' s Wonder

© Henry Lawson

I’D been right round by overlands to see the world and life,
And on the boat at Plymouth I met Johnson and his wife;
He was a man who knew the world and wore the know-all smile—
His wife a silly pussy cat—the soft, obedient style.
His constant source of comfort was his life was all serene,
His ceaseless source of wonder was that “men could be so green”.

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Mountain--Laurel

© Louisa May Alcott

My bonnie flower, with truest joy

  Thy welcome face I see,

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Henry C. Calhoun

© Edgar Lee Masters

I reached the highest place in Spoon River,
But through what bitterness of spirit!
The face of my father, sitting speechless,
Child-like, watching his canaries,

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Brock: Valiant Leader

© John Daniel Logan

Lo, on the looming crown of that ascent
Where thy life ceased, a loyal host hath reared
To thee–whose patriot heart was pure, nor feared,–
A high commemorative monument!
Still is thy memory green who fell to save,
Still, Brock, art thou the bravest of our brave!

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Rev. Abner Peet

© Edgar Lee Masters

I had no objection at all
To selling my household effects at auction
On the village square.
It gave my beloved flock the chance

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Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School fellows.

© Mary Barber

I little thought that honest Dick
Would slight me so, when I was sick.
Is he a Friend, who only stays,
Whilst Health and Pleasure gild our Days;
Flies, when Disease our Temper sours,
Nor helps to pass the gloomy Hours?

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Ida Frickey

© Edgar Lee Masters

Nothing in life is alien to you:
I was a penniless girl from Summum
Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River.
All the houses stood before me with closed doors

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Jacob Godbey

© Edgar Lee Masters

How did you feel, you libertarians,
Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons
Around the saloon, as if Liberty
Was not to be found anywhere except at the bar

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Jennie M'Grew

© Edgar Lee Masters

Not, where the stairway turns in the dark,
A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak!
Not yellow eyes in the room at night,
Staring out from a surface of cobweb gray!