Time poems
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Chomei at Toyama
© Ted Hughes
Swirl sleeping in the waterfall!
On motionless pools scum appearing
disappearing!
Anniversary
© Louise Gluck
Someone should teach you how to act in bed.
What I think is you should
keep your extremities to yourself.
The Snow-Shower
© William Cullen Bryant
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
On the lake below, thy gentle eyes;
Father and Son
© Delmore Schwartz
FRANZ KAFKA
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyes——
Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
© William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
[Long Neglect Has Worn Away]
© Emily Jane Brontë
Long neglect has worn away
Half the sweet enchanting smile;
Time has turned the bloom to gray;
Mold and damp the face defile.
The Bachelor’s Soliloquy
© Edgar Albert Guest
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Workshop
© Billy Collins
I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title.
It gets me right away because I’m in a workshop now
so immediately the poem has my attention,
like the Ancient Mariner grabbing me by the sleeve.
To a Young Lady, Netting
© Thomas Love Peacock
While those bewitching hands combine,
With matchless grace, the silken line,
You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease
© Alfred Tennyson
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas.
Amoretti LXX: Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king
© Edmund Spenser
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king,
In whose cote armour richly are displayed
Innocents We
© Paul Verlaine
Their long skirts and high heels battled away:
Depending on the ground’s and breezes’ whim,
Poem (The day gets slowly started)
© James Schuyler
The day gets slowly started.
A rap at the bedroom door,
To J. S.
© Alfred Tennyson
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly round the open wold,
And gently comes the world to those
That are cast in gentle mould.
Movement Song
© Elizabeth Daryush
I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck
moving away from me
Surprised by Joy
© André Breton
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
The Anniversary
© John Donne
All Kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
Symphony of a Mexican Garden
© Grace Hazard Conkling
But all across the trudging ragged chords
That are the tangled grasses in the heat,
The mariposa lilies fluttering
Like trills upon some archangelic flute,
The Bat
© Ellen Bryant Voigt
Reading in bed, full of sentiment
for the mild evening and the children
