Time poems
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In Golden Gate Park That Day . . .
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
In Golden Gate Park that day
a man and his wife were coming along
Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection...
© Boris Pasternak
Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection,
A Brahms intermezzo will wound me-I'll start,
Remember that summer, the flowerbed garden,
The walks and the bathing, the tryst of six hearts,
Golden Retrievals
© Mark Doty
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
The Triumph of Time
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Before our lives divide for ever,
While time is with us and hands are free,
Sunday Alone In A Fifth Floor Apartment, Cambridge, Massachusetts
© William Matthews
The Globe at the door, a jaunt
to the square for the Sunday Times.
Later the path you made has healed,
anyone may use it. A good day
from “Poems to Czechoslovakia”
© Marina Tsvetaeva
black mountain
blocks the earth’s light.
Time—time—time
to give back to God his ticket.
Song of Myself: 35
© Walt Whitman
Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?
List to the yarn, as my grandmother’s father the sailor told it to me.
The Goddess In The Wood
© Rupert Brooke
Till a swift terror broke the abrupt hour.
The gold waves purled amidst the green above her;
And a bird sang. With one sharp-taken breath,
By sunlit branches and unshaken flower,
The immortal limbs flashed to the human lover,
And the immortal eyes to look on death.
The Amenities
© Heather McHugh
I owe you an explanation.
My first memory isn’t your own
of an empty box. My babyhood cabinets held
a countlessness of cakes, my backyard
rotted into apple glut, windfalls of
money-tree, mouthfuls of fib.
Vita Nova
© Louise Gluck
I remember sounds like that from my childhood,
laughter for no cause, simply because the world is beautiful,
something like that.
Sir Peter Harpdon's End
© William Morris
John Curzon
Of those three prisoners, that before you came
We took down at St. John's hard by the mill,
Two are good masons; we have tools enough,
And you have skill to set them working.
Thebais - Book One - part III
© Pablius Papinius Statius
Oh race confedrate into crimes, that prove
Triumphant oer th eluded rage of Jove!
Swift
© Delmore Schwartz
What shall Presto do for pretty prattle
To entertain his dears? Sunday: lightning fifty times!
This week to Flanders goes the Duke of Ormond!
Shall hope of him, although he loves me well!
A, B, C.
© Charles Stuart Calverley
A is an Angel of blushing eighteen:
B is the Ball where the Angel was seen:
C is her Chaperone, who cheated at cards:
D is the Deuxtemps, with Frank of the Guards:
Lines On A Sleeping Child
© Frances Anne Kemble
O child! who to this evil world art come,
Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee,
What loves, takes away
© Hugo Williams
If the nose of the pig in the market of Firenze
has lost its matte patina, and shines, brassy,
Wandering Willie
© Sir Walter Scott
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,
And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea;
O weary betide it! I wander'd beside it,
And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me.
