War poems
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"Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant"
© André Breton
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
Danse Macabre
© Sylvia Plath
Down among strict roots and rocks,
eclipsed beneath blind lid of land
goes the grass-embroidered box.
Address to Venus
© Lucretius
Delight of Human kind, and Gods above;
Parent of Rome; Propitious Queen of Love;
A Broken Prayer
© George MacDonald
I am a denseness 'twixt me and the light;
1 cannot round myself; my purest thought,
Ere it is thought, hath caught the taint of earth,
And mocked me with hard thoughts beyond my will.
The Visible Creation
© James Montgomery
The God of nature and of grace
In all His works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.
What The Auld Fowk Are Thinkin
© George MacDonald
The bairns i' their beds, worn oot wi' nae wark,
Are sleepin, nor ever an eelid winkin;
The auld fowk lie still wi' their een starin stark,
An' the mirk pang-fou o' the things they are thinkin.
Two Years Later
© William Butler Yeats
HAS no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Youth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When life begins anew,
And Youth, from gathering flowers,
From vague delights, rapt musings, twilight hours,
Turns restless, seeking some great deed to do,
A Prayer To Go To Paradise With The Donkeys
© Francis Jammes
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray
It be some dusty-roaded holiday,
Golden Retrievals
© Mark Doty
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
The Triumph of Time
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Before our lives divide for ever,
While time is with us and hands are free,
Sunday Alone In A Fifth Floor Apartment, Cambridge, Massachusetts
© William Matthews
The Globe at the door, a jaunt
to the square for the Sunday Times.
Later the path you made has healed,
anyone may use it. A good day
The House of Life: 22. Heart's Haven
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
And as soft waters warble to the moon,
Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.
Humboldts Birthday
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
ERE yet the warning chimes of midnight sound,
Set back the flaming index of the year,
Track the swift-shifting seasons in their round
Through fivescore circles of the swinging sphere!
Thebais - Book One - part III
© Pablius Papinius Statius
Oh race confedrate into crimes, that prove
Triumphant oer th eluded rage of Jove!
The Rainy Morning
© James Whitcomb Riley
The dawn of the day was dreary,
And the lowering clouds o'erhead
Wandering Willie
© Sir Walter Scott
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,
And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea;
O weary betide it! I wander'd beside it,
And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me.
