Time poems
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To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window
© William Ernest Henley
To me at my fifth-floor window
The chimney-pots in rows
Are sets of pipes pandean
For every wind that blows;
Rubaiyat 22
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I needed to hang on to her curly ring,
Help me please, let my affairs take wing.
Said, release my hair, instead take my lips,
Let go of long life, with good times swing.
Medical History by Carrie Shipers: American Life in Poetry #152 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
A child with a sense of the dramatic, well, many of us have been that child. Here's Carrie Shipers of Missouri reminiscing about how she once wished for a dramatic rescue by screaming ambulance, only to find she was really longing for the comfort of her mother's hands.
Medical History
At A Meeting Of Friends
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I REMEMBER--why, yes! God bless me! and was it so long ago?
I fear I'm growing forgetful, as old folks do, you know;
It must have been in 'forty--I would say 'thirty-nine--
We talked this matter over, I and a friend of mine.
Armageddon
© Leon Gellert
red with the bleeding year.
Sound is but a knell,
and Sleep has a scarlet bed.
Dreams are wet with Fear,
and Honour sits in Hell.
An Ode : While Blooming Youth And Gay Delight
© Matthew Prior
While blooming youth and gay delight
Sit on thy rosy cheeks confess'd,
Thou hast, my dear, undoubted right
To triumph o'er this destined breast.
My reason bends to what thy eyes ordain;
For I was born to love, and thou to reign.
Gotham - Book III
© Charles Churchill
Can the fond mother from herself depart?
Can she forget the darling of her heart,
Aspasia
© Giacomo Leopardi
At times thy image to my mind returns,
Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams
From Paris To Brussels (11 P.M. 15 October To Half-Past 1 P.M. 16) Proem At The Paris Station
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
In France (to baffle thieves and murderers)
A journey takes two days of passport work
Lady Constance
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
My Love, my Lord,
I think the toil of glorious day is done.
I see thee leaning on thy jewelled sword,
And a light-hearted child of France
Is dancing to thee in the sun,
And thus he carols in his dance.
The Day Before I Die
© Henry Lawson
THERES such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head!
Im scribbling this against a book, with foolscap round, in bed.
It strikes me that Ill scribble much in this way by and by,
And write my last lines so perchance the day before I die.
Victory
© Alfred Noyes
I.
Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
Each one of us remembering his own dead.
A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood
On that hushed throng, and bless each bending head.
To -----
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom,
In hieroglyph of bud and bloom,
Her mysteries are told;
Who, wise in lore of wood and mead,
The seasons' pictured scrolls can read,
In lessons manifold!
I Want To Be Inside You
© Pierre de Ronsard
A hundred times I wish I could transform myself
And become an invisible spirit that hides inside your heart
And seeks to comprehend your scorn
Which seems to me so cruel.
A Song Of Winds
© Roderic Quinn
WOE to the weak when the sky is shrouded,
And the wind of the salt-way sobs as it dies!
Woe to the weak! for a great dejection
Droops their spirits and drowns their eyes.
A Dream Of Sunshine
© Eugene Field
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways
Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--
