Morning poems
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Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought
Adam
© Federico Garcia Lorca
A tree of blood soaks the morning
where the newborn woman groans.
Her voice leaves glass in the wound
and on the panes, a diagram of bone.
The Swallows
© Augusta Davies Webster
AH! swallows, is it so?
Did loving lingering summer, whose slow pace
The Count Of Griers
© William Cullen Bryant
At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands;
He sees afar the glory that lights the mountain lands;
The horned crags are shining, and in the shade between
A pleasant Alpine valley lies beautifully green.
Credidimus Jovem Regnare
© James Russell Lowell
O days endeared to every Muse,
When nobody had any Views,
The Domestic Stones (fragment)
© Jean Hans Arp
The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of evening
walk ceaselessly round pickled buttocks
on the other hand the feet of midnight remain motionless
in their echo-woven baskets
The Cliffs
© Henry Lawson
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.
If I Were In Charge of the World
© Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.
When You Are Not Surprised
© Conrad Aiken
When you are not surprised, not surprised,
nor leap in imagination from sunlight into shadow
Evangeline: Part The Second. V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!"
Life Is A Dream - Act I
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
THIS TRANSLATION
INTO ENGLISH IMITATIVE VERSE
OF
CALDERON'S MOST FAMOUS DRAMA,
The Two Of Us Wont Share A Glass Together
© Anna Akhmatova
The two of us wont share a glass together
Be it of water or of sweet red wine;
We wont be kissing, in the morning either
Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine…
You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however
We are united by one love forever.
Shelley's Vision
© Herman Melville
Wandering late by morning seas
When my heart with pain was low--
Hate the censor pelted me--
Deject I saw my shadow go.
The Idyll Of The Standing Stone
© Madison Julius Cawein
The teasel and the horsemint spread
The hillside as with sunset, sown
On The Morning Of Christs Nativity. Compos'd 1629
© John Milton
I.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heavens eternal King,
Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born,
Eastern Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.
