Mom poems
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Mi Hermana With Translation
© Alfonsina Storni
Son las diez de la noche; en el cuarto en penumbra,
Mi hermana está dormida, las manos sobre el pecho;
Es muy blanca su cara y es muy blanco su lecho,
Como si comprendiera, la luz casi no alumbra.
How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station
© Madison Julius Cawein
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas
Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to
In The Metropolitan Museum
© Sara Teasdale
Inside the tiny Pantheon
We stood together silently,
Leaving the restless crowds awhile,
As ships find shelter from the sea.
The Assimilation Of The Gypsies
© Larry Levis
In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,
Sir Walter Scott At The Tomb Of The Stuarts In St. Peters
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Eve's tinted shadows slowly fill the fane
Where Art has taken almost Nature's room,
While still two objects clear in light remain,
An alien pilgrim at an alien tomb.--
A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss
© Harry Graham
I'd sooner gather anything,
Like primroses, or news perhaps,
Or even wool (when suffering
A momentary mental lapse);
But could forego my share of moss,
Nor ever realize the loss.
Thou Shall Not Kill
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I had grown weary of him; of his breath
And hands and features I was sick to death.
Each day I heard the same dull voice and tread;
I did not hate him: but I wished him dead.
And he must with his blank face fill my life--
Then my brain blackened; and I snatched a knife.
Theology in Extremis: Or a soliloquy that may have been delivered in India, June, 1857
© Alfred Comyn Lyall
Oft in the pleasant summer years,
Reading the tales of days bygone,
I have mused on the story of human tears,
All that man unto man had done,
Massacre, torture, and black despair;
Reading it all in my easy-chair.
Anhelli - Chapter 4
© Juliusz Slowacki
Then, when they had taken off the coffin lids, Anhelli shuddered,
seeing that the dead were still in chains, and he said :
"Shaman, lo I am afraid lest these martyrs may never rise from the dead.
Francisca
© George Gordon Byron
Francisca walks in the shadow of night,
But it is not to gaze on the heavenly light -
Because Thou Art
© Sri Aurobindo
Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss,
My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee ;
It bears Thy mystic touch in all that is
And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
The Conversation. A Tale
© Matthew Prior
It always has been a thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale;
I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.
Epigrams
© William Watson
'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.
The Death Of Winter
© George Meredith
When April with her wild blue eye
Comes dancing over the grass,
"One Was Taken, And One Was Left"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,
Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.
Both were fair, in the flush of youth,
With hearts of courage and eyes of truth-
Fair and young, with the priceless wealth
Of strength, and beauty, and glowing health.
Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant
D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant
