Mom poems
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Telephone Conversation
© Wole Soyinka
The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
The Bridge of Change
© John Logan
The bridge barely curved that connects the terrible with the tender.
—Rilke
The Switzer's Wife
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Nor look nor tone revealeth aught
Save woman's quietness of thought;
And yet around her is a light
Of inward majesty and might. ~ M.J.J.
Decline and Fall
© Daniel Nester
Cornice rose in ranges, rose so high
It saw no sky, that forum, but noon sky.
Marble shone like shallows; columns too
Streamed with cool light as rocks in breakers do.
Intimations Of The Beautiful
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hills are full of prophecies
And ancient voices of the dead;
Of hidden shapes that no man sees,
Pale, visionary presences,
That speak the things no tongue hath said,
No mind hath thought, no eye hath read.
I Would Have Wept
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I would have wept with the beast,
The bird, the blossoming flower,
Winter
© John Le Gay Brereton
When winter chills your aged bones
As by the fire you sit and nod,
Youll hear a passing wind that moans,
And think of one beneath the sod.
To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works
© Phillis Wheatley
TO show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent,
And thought in living characters to paint,
I Am Learning To Abandon the World
© Linda Pastan
I am learning to abandon the world
before it can abandon me.
The Forest Boy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurst
The spot where the ruins decay
Of the cottage, where Will of the Woodland was nursed,
And lived so beloved, till the moment accursed
Bricks And Straw
© Franklin Pierce Adams
My desk is cleared of the litter of ages;
Before me glitter the fair white pages;
Verses On Rome
© Frances Anne Kemble
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee,
Shall not forget the bitterest private grief
The House of Life: 72. The Choice, II
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Though screen'd and hid, shall walk the daylight here.
And dost thou prate of all that man shall do?
Canst thou, who hast but plagues, presume to be
Glad in his gladness that comes after thee?
Will his strength slay thy worm in Hell? Go to:
Cover thy countenance, and watch, and fear.
Getting There
© Christopher Buckley
It comes to little now
who I forgive, mourn,
or thank. The dust shifts
and we are barely
suspended in the light.
Pauline, A Fragment of a Question
© Robert Browning
And I can love nothing-and this dull truth
Has come the last: but sense supplies a love
Encircling me and mingling with my life.
A quoi songeaient les deux cavaliers ...
© Victor Marie Hugo
La nuit était fort noire et la forêt très-sombre.
Hermann à mes côtés me paraissait une ombre.
Nos chevaux galopaient. A la garde de Dieu !
Les nuages du ciel ressemblaient à des marbres.
Les étoiles volaient dans les branches des arbres
Comme un essaim d'oiseaux de feu.
Magna Charta
© Marriott Edgar
I'll tell of the Magna Charter
As were signed at the Barons' command
On Runningmead Island in t' middle of t' Thames
By King John, as were known as "Lack Land."
