Pet poems
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The Song of the New Jesus
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
All the fat and shiny preachers From their pulpits say:
The Sonnets of Ishtar
© Lodge George Cabot
I am the world's imperishable desire;Life is because I will, for hope of meLife is, nor all the dark depths of the seaCould quench mine eyes' light nor my body's fire
Man and Bat
© David Herbert Lawrence
When I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock ...My room, a crash-box over that great stone rattleThe Via de' Bardi ....
Figs
© David Herbert Lawrence
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.
April
© Andrew Lang
April, pride of woodland ways, Of glad days,April, bringing hope of prime,To the young flowers that beneath Their bud sheathAre guarded in their tender time;
Fæsulan Idyl
© Walter Savage Landor
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light boundInto hot Summer's lusty arms expires;And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night,Soft airs, that want the lute to play with them,And softer sighs, that know not what they want;Under a wall, beneath an orange-treeWhose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier onesOf sights in Fiesole right up above,While I was gazing a few paces offAt what they seemed to show me with their nods,Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots,A gentle maid came down the garden-stepsAnd gathered the pure treasure in her lap
Le Brave, brave automne!
© Jules Laforgue
Quand reviendra l'automne,Cette saison si triste,Je vais m'la passer bonne,Au point de vue artiste.
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.
Awakener
© Hyde Robin
But rain slides round us now, a fine grey cloudLike the wraith castle in a fairy tale,Sheltering those hearts that could not quite prevailWith the bold gules and azure, painted proudOn earth's sure banners
Pasteurs et Troupeaux
© Victor Marie Hugo
Le vallon où je vais tous les jours est charmant,Serein, abandonné, seul sous-le firmament,Plein de ronces en fleurs; c'est un sourire triste
Ecrit sur la vitre d'une fenêtre Flamande
© Victor Marie Hugo
J'aime le carillon dans tes cités antiques,O vieux pays gardien de tes mœurs domestiques,Noble Flandre où le nord se réchauffe engourdiAu soleil de Castille et s'accouple au midi!Le carillon, c'est l'heure inattendue et folleQue l'œil croit voir, vêtue en danseuse espagnole,Apparaître soudain par le trou vif et clairQue ferait en s'ouvrant une porte de l'air
The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].
Rags and Robes
© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train
"Hark, hark! The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!"
Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario
© Gotlieb Phyllis
##.see my house, its angled street,east, north, west, south,southeast, northwest, there areno parking placeshere
L'Hyver des Alpes
© Girard Sieur de Saint-Amant Saint-Amant
Ces atomes de feu qui sur la neige brillent,Ces estincelles d'or, d'azur et de cristalDont l'hyver, au soleil, d'un lustre orientalPare ses cheveux blancs que les vents esparpillent;
More Females of the Species
© Gilman Charlotte Anna Perkins
When the traveller in the pasture meets the he-bull in his pride,He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside;But the milch cow, thus accosted, pins the traveller to the rail
