(For My Mother)The fragile splendour of the level sea,
The moon's serene and silver-veiled face,
Make of this vessel an enchanted place
Full of white mirth and golden sorcery.

Memorial Day

© Joyce Kilmer

"Dulce et decorum est"The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

Mount Houvenkopf

© Joyce Kilmer

Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned,
And draws a cloak of trees about his breast.
The thunder roars but cannot break his rest
And from his rugged face the tempests bound.

(For S. M. E.)I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;
I look my last upon His small and radiant prison-cell;
O happy lamp! to serve Him with never ceasing light!
O happy flame! to tremble forever in His sight!

Madness

© Joyce Kilmer

(For Sara Teasdale)The lonely farm, the crowded street,
The palace and the slum,
Give welcome to my silent feet
As, bearing gifts, I come.

Main Street

© Joyce Kilmer

(For S. M. L.)I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be
When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,
And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go.

Ma Belle

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Farewell, dear Heart! Since needs it must I go,

Dear Heart, farewell!

My Child Wafts Peace

© Yehuda Amichai

My child wafts peace.
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap.

Memorial Day For The War Dead

Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
the grief of all your losses to their grief,
even of a woman that has left you. Mix
sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,
which stacks holiday and sacrifice and mourning
on one day for easy, convenient memory.

Mermaid

Hey when I was a lad in fishing town an old man said to me

You can spend your life your jolly life just sailing on the sea

My Father

The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.