Time poems
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The Gift to Sing
© James Weldon Johnson
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day
I softly sing.
The Plough Of Time
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
The moon
Sonnet 5: "Those hours, that with gentle work did frame..."
© William Shakespeare
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
A Vast Confusion
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Long long I lay in the sandsSounds of trains in the surf
in subways of the sea
And an even greater undersound
of a vast confusion in the universe
Psalm 9
© Mahmoud Darwish
O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Under Siege
© Mahmoud Darwish
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.
The Myth of Arthur
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
O learned man who never learned to learn,
Save to deduce, by timid steps and small,
Rita And The Rifle
© Mahmoud Darwish
Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
I Am There
© Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and remember,
I was born like everyone is born, I have a mother
and a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends and a prison.
On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell
© Phillis Wheatley
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,
See Sewell number'd with the happy dead.
Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' immortal shore,
Though we shall hear thy warning voice no more.
Thoughts On The Works Of Providence
© Phillis Wheatley
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
Whose goodness and benificence appear
As round its centre moves the rolling year,
Goliath Of Gath
© Phillis Wheatley
SAMUEL, Chap. xvii.YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,
Inspire my song, and aid my high design.
The dreadful scenes and toils of war I write,
The ardent warriors, and the fields of fight:
Who Bides His Time
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who bides his time, and day by day
Faces defeat full patiently,
And lifts a mirthful roundelay,
However poor his fortunes be,--
The Old Times Were the Best
© James Whitcomb Riley
All about is bright and pleasant
With the sound of song and jest,
Yet a feeling's ever present
That the Old Times were the best.
A Parting Guest
© James Whitcomb Riley
What delightful hosts are they --
Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
This late hour, yet glad enough
Knee-Deep in June
© James Whitcomb Riley
Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!
Almost Beyond Endurance
© James Whitcomb Riley
I ain't a-goin' to cry no more, no more!
I'm got ear-ache, an' Ma can't make
It quit a-tall;
An' Carlo bite my rubber-ball
Little Orphant Annie
© James Whitcomb Riley
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-lairenil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumusthe gondola
stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pinkgoats and
monkeys, with such hair too!so the countess passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a cabinet, and so departed.
Mr. Eliots Sunday Morning Service
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE
The sapient sutlers of the Lord
Drift across the window-panes.
In the beginning was the Word.
