Time poems
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A Vision of a Wrangler, of a University, of Pedantry, and of Philosophy
© James Clerk Maxwell
Deep St. Mary’s bell had sounded,
And the twelve notes gently rounded
The Grand Canyon
© Henry Van Dyke
How still it is! Dear God, I hardly dare
To breathe, for fear the fathomless abyss
Will draw me down into eternal sleep.
Volpone: Come my Celia, let us prove
© Benjamin Jonson
Come my Celia, let us prove,
While we may, the sports of love.
An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley
© Jupiter Hammon
I
O come you pious youth! adore
The wisdom of thy God,
In bringing thee from distant shore,
To learn His holy word.
Eccles. xii.
Passage over Water
© Robert Duncan
We have gone out in boats upon the sea at night,
lost, and the vast waters close traps of fear about us.
The boats are driven apart, and we are alone at last
under the incalculable sky, listless, diseased with stars.
Atlantic Oil
© Cesare Pavese
The drunk mechanic is happy to be in the ditch.
From the tavern, five minutes through the dark field
Believe, Believe
© Bob Kaufman
Believe in this. Young apple seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young breast,
Sonnet 109: "O! never say that I was false of heart,..."
© William Shakespeare
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify,
The Lesson of Grief
© George Meredith
Not ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
Accordant chimes.
Trollius and trellises
© Charles Bukowski
I won’t blame him for getting
out
and hope he sends me photos of his
Rose Lane, his
Gardenia Avenue.
Brock
© Paul Muldoon
Small wonder
he’s not been sighted all winter;
this old brock’s
been to Normandy and back
On The Eve
© Bert Leston Taylor
Now fare they forth to battle,
And none for peace shall sue;
And ye who sneer and cavil --
They fight your battle, too.
Scoff if you will, but stand aside,
For there is work to do.
God Bless America
© John Fuller
When they confess that they have lost the penial bone and outer space is
Once again a numinous void, when they’re kept out of Other Places,
And Dr Fieser falls asleep at last and dreams of unburnt faces,
When gold medals are won by the ton for forgetting about the different races,
God Bless America.
Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nor travels my meand'ring eye
The starry wilderness on high;
Nor now with curious sight
I mark the glow-worm as I pass,
Move with 'green radiance' thro' the grass,
An emerald of light.
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
© William Butler Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
I Can't Stay In The Same Room With That Woman For Five Minutes
© Charles Bukowski
I went over the other day
to pick up my daughter.
Kissing Stieglitz Good-Bye
© Gerald Stern
Every city in America is approached
through a work of art, usually a bridge
but sometimes a road that curves underneath
or drops down from the sky. Pittsburgh has a tunnel—
When I Heard the Learnd Astronomer
© Walt Whitman
When I heard the learnd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
A Witch
© William Barnes
There's thik wold hag, Moll Brown, look zee, jus' past!
I wish the ugly sly wold witch
