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Nest by Marianne Boruch: American Life in Poetry #127 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Poet Marianne Boruch of Indiana finds a bird's nest near her door. It is the simplest of discoveries, yet she uses it to remind us that what at first seems ordinary, even âmade a mess of,â? can be miraculously transformed upon careful reflection.
Nest
Night
© James Brunton Stephens
Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs;
Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions angelic,
Whispering to cease from myself, and look out on the infinite skies.
Nostalgia Of The Lakefronts
© Donald Justice
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters.
A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes;
Another, by the lake, the times of cruises.
Childhood, once vast with terrors and surprises,
Is fading to a landscape deep with distance
And always the sad piano in the distance,
Nobility Of Goodness
© Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray;
Nature And the Book
© Alfred Austin
I closed the book. The summer shower
In smiling dimples ebbed away,
But still on leaf, and blade, and flower,
The fallen raindrops glistening lay.
Natures Nature
© Paramahansa Yogananda
Not hear, not here,
Apollo would his burning chariot steer;
Nor Diana dare to peep
Into the sacred silence deep.
Night Coming Into A Garden
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Roses red and white,
Every rose is hanging her head,
Silently comes the lady Night,
Only the flowers can hear her tread.
New Chum And Old Monarch.
© James Brunton Stephens
CHIEFTAIN, enter my verandah;
Sit not in the blinding glare;
Night Of Frost In May
© George Meredith
With splendour of a silver day,
A frosted night had opened May:
Ned the Larrikin
© Henry Kendall
A SONG that is bitter with griefa ballad as pale as the light
That comes with the fall of the leaf, I sing to the shadows to-night.
Night In State Street
© Harriet Monroe
Art thou he?
The seer and sage, the hero and loveryea,
The man of men, then away from the haughty
day
Come with me!
Neglectful Edward
© Robert Graves
"A rope of pearls and a gold earring,
And a bird of the East that will not sing.
A carven tooth, a box with a key--"
"Now I've been three days"
© Lesbia Harford
Now I've been three days
In the place where I am staying,
I've taken up new ways
Land-owning and flute playing.
Ninth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
In troublous days of anguish and rebuke,
While sadly round them Israel's children look,
And their eyes fail for waiting on their Lord:
While underneath each awful arch of green,
On every mountain-top, God's chosen scene,
Of pure heart-worship, Baal is adored:
Narrara Creek
© Henry Kendall
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,
Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms
