Time poems
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The Quiet Lodger
© James Whitcomb Riley
The man that rooms next door to me:
Two weeks ago, this very night,
Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
© Charles Baudelaire
La très chère était nue, et, connaissant mon coeur,
Elle n'avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Mores.
Summer Dawn
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
SOME summer mornings when you've taken tea
Too late the night before perhaps you'll see,
If at some Berkshire farmhouse far away
You chance to wake while yet the sky is gray,
A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Thus stand the LICTORS gazing on a Deed,
Which do's all humane Chastisements exceed;
Enfeebl'd seem their Instruments of smart,
When keener Words can swifter Ills impart.
The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed.
© James Brunton Stephens
HANDS off, old man!" the young man cried
They stood beside the Tweed,
After-Life
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O BOON and curse in one this ceaseless need
Of looking still behind us and before!
Gift to the soul of eyes that cannot read
Life's open book of cabalistic lore;
The Last Room
© Bliss William Carman
THERE, close the door!
I shall not need these lodgings any more.
Now that I go, dismantled wall and floor
Reproach me and deplore.
The Company Of Lovers
© Judith Wright
We meet and part now over all the world;
we, the lost company,
take hands together in the night, forget
the night in our brief happiness, silently.
Time
© Frederick George Scott
I saw Time in his workshop carving faces;
Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs,
The Realm Of Rest
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
In the realm that Nature boundeth
Are there balmy shores of peace,
Where no passion-torrent soundeth,
And no storm-wind seeks release?
Marburg
© Boris Pasternak
I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished.
I shook. I had made a proposal - but late,
Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me.
I pity her tears, am more blessed than a saint.
Spring
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
"The Stars Are With The Voyager"
© Thomas Hood
The stars are with the voyager
Wherever he may sail;
The moon is constant to her time;
The sun will never fail;
Spring Shower
© Boris Pasternak
Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears,
Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.
Full moon. The musicians are picking their way
To the theatre. More and more people assemble.
Times Weariness
© Alfred Austin
Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load
From every stage and hostel of the Past,
The Ballad Of Mr. Cooke
© Francis Bret Harte
(LEGEND OF THE CLIFF HOUSE, SAN FRANCISCO)
Where the sturdy ocean breeze
Clearing
© Madison Julius Cawein
Before the wind, with rain-drowned stocks,
The pleated crimson hollyhocks
Are bending;
And, smouldering in the breaking brown,
Above the hills that edge the town,
The day is ending.
Late Night with Fog and Horses
© Raymond Carver
They were in the living room. Saying their
goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.
Right Here At Home
© James Whitcomb Riley
Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom,
Where strangers allus joke us when they come,
And brag o' _their_ old States and interprize--
Yit _settle_ here; and 'fore they realize,
They're "hoosier" as the rest of us, and live
Right here at home, boys, with their past fergive!
