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Untitled Poem - I
© Alan Dugan
Once, one of my students read a book we had.
She was doing a history assignment on
Undine
© Kenneth Slessor
IN Undine's mirror the cutpurse found
Five candlesticks by magic drowned,
Like boughs of silver . . . and pale as death,
Biting his beard, till the rogue's own breath
unbroken gloom.
© Saigyo
times when unbroken
gloom is over all our world
over which still
sits the ever brilliant moon
sight of it casts me down more
Untitled 3
© Owen Suffolk
Nothing seems changed; here's the oaken chair,
That every night I knelt beside,
"Upon the mountain's distant head"
© William Cullen Bryant
Upon the mountain's distant head,
With trackless snows for ever white,
Where all is still, and cold, and dead,
Late shines the day's departing light.
Uhland's "Chapel"
© Eugene Field
Yonder stands the hillside chapel
Mid the evergreens and rocks,
All day long it hears the song
Of the shepherd to his flocks.
Unencouraged Aspiration
© Madison Julius Cawein
Is mine the part of no companion hand
Of help, except my shadow's silent self?
A moonlight traveller in Fancy's land
Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf;
Upon The Same Event
© William Wordsworth
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn
The tidings past of servitude repealed,
And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field,
The rough Aetolians smiled with bitter scorn.
Unkindnesse
© George Herbert
Lord, make me coy and tender to offend:
In friendship, first I think, if that agree,
Which I intend,
Unto my friends intent and end.
I would not use a friend, as I use Thee.
(Untitled) by Joette Giorgis : American Life in Poetry #250 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
I’m very fond of poems that demonstrate their authors’ attentiveness to the world about them, as regular readers of this column have no doubt noticed. Here is a nine-word poem by Joette Giorgis, who lives in Pennsylvania, that is based upon noticing and then thinking about something so ordinary that it might otherwise be overlooked. Even the separate words are flat and commonplace. But so much feeling comes through!
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children grown-
Unanointed
© Madison Julius Cawein
Upon the Siren-haunted seas, between Fate's mythic shores,
Within a world of moon and mist, where dusk and daylight wed,
I see a phantom galley and its hull is banked with oars,
With ghostly oars that move to song, a song of dreams long dead:
Upon a Visit to a Lady of Quality
© William Shenstone
On fair Asteria's blissful plains,
Where ever-blooming fancy reigns,
How pleased we pass the winter's day,
And charm the dull-eyed Spleen away!
Upon the Epiphany, and the Three Wise Men of the East coming to Worship Jesus
© Jeremy Taylor
A comet dangling in the aire,
Presag'd the ruine both of Death and Sin;
Under The Hunters Moon
© Madison Julius Cawein
White from her chrysalis of cloud,
The moth-like moon swings upward through the night;
And all the bee-like stars that crowd
The hollow hive of heav'n wane in her light.
Upon The Swallow
© John Bunyan
This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings,
But could she do so if she had not wings?
Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace;
When I believe and sing my doubtings cease.
Under The Sheet
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder-
The Night, with her black veil down to her feet
Under The Pine
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The same majestic pine is lifted high
Against the twilight sky,
The same low, melancholy music grieves
Amid the topmost leaves,
As when I watched, and mused, and dreamed with him,
Beneath these shadows dim.
Upon The Skilfull Player Of An Instrument
© John Bunyan
He that can play well on an instrument,
Will take the ear, and captivate the mind
