Time poems
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Veni Creator
© Alice Meynell
So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God,
Left'st Thou a path of lowliness untrod?
Mephistopheles Perverted
© Kenneth Slessor
(Or Goethe for the Times)
ONCE long ago lived a Flea
Who kept such a fine, fat King,
Not that he held with royalty,
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
© William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Prince Athanase
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,
Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;
Nor any could the restless griefs unravel
A Poem For The Birth-Day Of The Right Honble The Lady Catharine Tufton
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
'Tis fit SERENA shou'd be sung.
High-born SERENA, Fair and Young,
To the Cuckoo
© André Breton
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
[as freedom is a breakfastfood]
© Edward Estlin Cummings
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
A Bachelor-Bookworms Complaint Of The Late Presidential Election
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,
Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;
Outside the realm where noisy schemes miscarry;
My only handmaids, Science, Learning, Art;
Oh! home of pleasant thought, of calm affection,
All blasted now by this last vile election!
The Lover And The Moon
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A LOVER whom duty called over the wave,
With himself communed: "Will my love be true
Idyll XVI. The Value of Song
© Theocritus
"Kin before kith; to prosper is my prayer;
Poets, we know, are heaven's peculiar care.
We've Homer; and what other's worth a thought?
I call him chief of bards who costs me naught."
The Messenger
© Hugo Williams
The messenger runs, not carrying the news
of victory, or defeat; the messenger, unresting,
To Miss Jessie Lewars
© Robert Burns
The sun lies clasped in amber cloud
Half hidden in the sea,
And o'er the sands the flowing tide
Comes racing merrilee.
Baudelaire
© Delmore Schwartz
When I fall asleep, and even during sleep,
I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking
Whole phrases, commonplace and trivial,
Having no relation to my affairs.
Sonnet XXXII: The First Time
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day
© Delmore Schwartz
Calmly we walk through this April’s day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
The House of Time
© Stephen Edgar
And fleetingly it seemed to him
That in between one eye blink and the next
Sonnet III: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
© William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Madrigal in Time of War
© Daniel Nester
Beside the rivers of the midnight town
Where four-foot couples love and paupers drown,
Shots of quick hell we took, our final kiss,
The great and swinging bridge a bower for this.
