Mom poems
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To the Consolations of Philosophy
© William Stanley Merwin
I know you will say
I have said that before
I know you have been
there all along somewhere
in another time zone
At the San Francisco Airport
© Yvor Winters
To my daughter, 1954
This is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
The metal glitters, deep and bright.
Great planes are waiting in the yard—
They are already in the night.
Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont
© André Breton
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
I saw thee every day; and all the while
Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.
When Summer Comes
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
When summer comes, then you are near to me,
I feel your phantom presence on my heart,
Madeline. A Domestic Tale
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
My child, my child, thou leav'st me!âI shall hear
The gentle voice no more that blest mine ear
To A Young Gentleman In Love. A Tale
© Matthew Prior
From publick Noise and factious Strife,
From all the busie Ills of Life,
Lord Of My Heart's Elation
© Bliss William Carman
I, too, must climb in wonder,
Uplift at thy command,
Be one with my frail fellows
Beneath the wind's strong hand,
Sea Longings
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The first world-sound that fell upon my ear
Was that of the great winds along the coast
Parkinson’s Disease
© Washington Allston
While spoon-feeding him with one hand
she holds his hand with her other hand,
Birth Story -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
The kid asks his mum,
From where did I come,
Explication
© Victor Marie Hugo
La terre est au soleil ce que l'homme est à l'ange.
L'un est fait de splendeur ; l'autre est pétri de fange.
Toute étoile est soleil; tout astre est paradis.
Autour des globes purs sont les mondes maudits ;
Lisy's Parting With Her Cat
© James Thomson
The dreadful hour with leaden pace approached,
Lashed fiercely on by unrelenting fate,
The Magyar's New-Year-Eve
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
By Temèsvar I hear the clarions call:
The year dies. Let it die. It lived in vain.
Gun booms to gun along the looming wall,
Another year advances o'er the plain.
The Despot hails it from his bannered keep:
Ah, Tyrant, is it well to break a bondsman's sleep?
Consolation
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Though he, that ever kind and true,
Kept stoutly step by step with you,
Trilogy Of Passion 01 To Werther
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The farewell sunbeams bless'd our ravish'd view;
Fate bade thee go,-to linger here was mine,-
Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.
A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice from One Long Dead
© Kenneth Koch
Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat
Saying to me as we walked across the Yard
Killing Him: A Radio Play
© John Wesley
LISTEN TO THE RADIO PLAY
JOE, a doctoral candidate in literature
RACHEL, his fiancée
POET/CRITIC
The Child Of The Islands - Autumn
© Caroline Norton
I.
BROWN Autumn cometh, with her liberal hand
Binding the Harvest in a thousand sheaves:
A yellow glory brightens o'er the land,
