Life poems
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The Conference
© Charles Churchill
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,
When they are told that grace was said by me;
Hymn VIII: What Could Your Redeemer Do
© Charles Wesley
What could your Redeemer do
More than he hath done for you?
Senlin: A Biography Pt. 01:His Dark Origins
© Conrad Aiken
He lights his pipe with a pointed flame.
'Yet, there were many autumns before I came,
And many springs. And more will come, long after
There is no horn for me, or song, or laughter.
A Walk In The Shrubbery
© Charlotte Turner Smith
To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers
expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours.
The Hunter's Vision
© William Cullen Bryant
Upon a rock that, high and sheer,
Rose from the mountain's breast,
A weary hunter of the deer
Had sat him down to rest,
And bared to the soft summer air
His hot red brow and sweaty hair.
The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies
© Thomas Hood
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'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,and with a broader sphere
The Choice of Valentines
© Thomas Nashe
Pardon sweete flower of matchless Poetrie,
And fairest bud the red rose euer bare ;
The Two Friends
© Charles Godfrey Leland
I HAVE two friendstwo glorious friendstwo better could not be,
And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me.
Sabbath, My Love
© Yehudah HaLevi
Six slaves the weekdays are; I share
With them a round of toil and care,
Yet light the burdens seem, I bear
For your sweet sake, Sabbath, my love!
The Circles
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Within yon world-wide cirque of war
What's hidden which they fight so for?
To Amanda - Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town
© James Thomson
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;
Behold! the wintry storms are gone;
A gentle radiance glads the sky.
The Hospital Window
© James Dickey
I have just come down from my father.
Higher and higher he lies
Above me in a blue light
Shed by a tinted window.
I drop through six white floors
And then step out onto pavement.
Off To School
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT doesn't seem a year ago that I was tumbling out of bed,
The icy steps that lead below at 1 a.m., barefoot, to tread,
And puttering round the kitchen stove, while chills ran up and down my form
As I stood there and waited for her bottled dinner to get warm;
Then sampled it to see that it was not too hot or not too cool,
That doesn't seem a year ago, and now she's trudging off to school.
Cicadas at the End of Summer by Martin Walls: American Life in Poetry #24 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laur
© Ted Kooser
But all you ever see is the silence.
Husks, glued to the underside of maple leaves.
With their nineteen fifties Bakelite lines they'd do
just as well hanging from the ceiling of a space
museum —
Second Sight
© George MacDonald
Rich is the fancy which can double back
All seeming forms, and from cold icicles
Green Pear Tree in September by Freya Manfred : American Life in Poetry #259 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet
© Ted Kooser
Wisconsin writer Freya Manfred is not only a fine poet but the daughter of the late Frederick Manfred, a distinguished novelist of the American west. Here is a lovely snapshot of her father, whom I cherished among my good friends.
Green Pear Tree in September
On a hill overlooking the Rock River
