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My soul, rejoice thou in thy God
© Anne Bradstreet
My soul, rejoice thou in thy God,
Boast of him all the Day,
Madrigal.
© Robert Crawford
When morn is wandering on the seas,
And birds are singing in the trees,
And all the time is flushed with flowers,
And youth is in these hearts of ours
My Friend
© James Whitcomb Riley
"He is my friend," I said,--
"Be patient!" Overhead
The skies were drear and dim;
And lo! the thought of him
Smited on my heart--and then
The sun shone out again!
My Eyes Jump In And Out...
© Attila Jozsef
My eyes jump in and out, I'm mad again.
When I'm like this, don't hurt me. Hold me tight.
When all I am goes crosseyed in my brain,
Mrs. Malone And The Censor
© Edgar Albert Guest
When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat
She started to read it aloud in her flat.
Marriage
© Mathilde Blind
The Many try, but oh! how few are they
To whom that finest of the arts is given
Which shall teach Love, the rosy runaway,
To bide from bridal Morn to brooding Even.
Yet this--this only--is the narrow way
By which, while yet on earth, we enter heaven.
My Father Holds the Door for Yoko Ono by Christopher Chambers: American Life in Poetry #88 Ted Koose
© Ted Kooser
This wistful poem shows how the familiar and the odd, the real and imaginary, exist side by side. A Midwestern father transforms himself from a staid businessman into a rock-n-roll star, reclaiming a piece of his imaginary youth. In the end, it shows how fragile moments might be recovered to offer a glimpse into our inner lives.
Mary Magdalene At The Door Of Simon The Pharisee.
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?
Nay, be thou all a rose,wreath, lips, and cheek.
Margaret Has A Milking-Pail
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Margaret has a milking-pail,
And she rises early;
Midsummer Night, Not Dark, Not Light
© Jean Ingelow
Midsummer night, not dark, not light,
Dusk all the scented air,
My Jolly Friend's Secret
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,
Since you've taken you a mate?--
Moss by Bruce Guernsey: American Life in Poetry #78 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
greening in the dark,
longing for north,
the silence
of birds gone south.
