Time poems
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Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help
© Michael Drayton
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures
© Michael Drayton
An Allusion to the Phoenix'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.
Sonnet XIX: You Cannot Love
© Michael Drayton
To HumorYou cannot love, my pretty heart, and why?
There was a time you told me that you would;
But now again you will the same deny,
If it might please you, would to God you could.
Music, In A Foreign Language
© Andrew Crumey
In a cafe, once more I heard
Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes.
Do they not say that you spoke your native Greek
With an English accent?
Surprised By Joy
© William Wordsworth
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport-Oh! with whom
Irkalla's White Caves
© Kenneth Patchen
I believe that a young woman
Is standing in a circle of lions
In the other side of the sky.
To Put One Brick Upon Another
© Philip Larkin
To put one brick upon another,
Add a third and then a forth,
Leaves no time to wonder whether
What you do has any worth.
The Hangman's Great Hands
© Kenneth Patchen
And all that is this day. . .
The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. Somehow the cop will sleep tonight, will make love to his
wife...
Anger won't help. I was born angry. Angry that my father was
As it was in the Beginning
© Henry Lawson
As it used to be in past times, in the future so it must,
We shall find him stretching forward with his face down in the dust,
All his wounds in front, and hiddenblood to earth, and back to sky,
When pale women pray in private, and strong men go out to die.
When We Were Here Together
© Kenneth Patchen
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one
another.
A bit of grass held between the teeth for a moment, bright hair on the
wind.
The Moment
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lose me, full, full moment,
Like a ripple round,
Widening into worlds
Beyond earth's bound.
The Jackdaw Of Rheims
© Richard Harris Barham
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!
Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;
A Tale Of The Airly Days
© James Whitcomb Riley
Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days--
Of the times as they ust to be;
The Old Wooden Cradle
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle
The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.
No more to its motion o'er sleep's fairy ocean,
Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide.
Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook
© Henry Kendall
The First Attempt to Reach the Shore
Where is the painter who shall paint for you,
Ros
© Andrew Marvell
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris,
Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu.
Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini,
Et certant foliis pellicuisse suis.
Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome
© Andrew Marvell
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man,
Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician,
I for some branch of Melchizedeck took,
(Though he derives himself from my Lord Brooke)
On A Gentlewoman's Watch That Wanted A Key
© William Strode
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares
With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares
The Death of Cromwell
© Andrew Marvell
That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden years:
And thenceforh only did attend to trace
What death might least so fair a life deface.
