Women poems
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Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.
Love Beyond Keeping
© Carl Sandburg
She had a box
with a million red bandanas for him.
She gave them to him
one by one or by thousands,
saying then she had not enough for him.
The Deodand
© Anthony Evan Hecht
What are these women up to? Theyve gone and strung
Drapes over the windows, cutting out light
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV
© Caroline Norton
Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.
The Conversation. A Tale
© Matthew Prior
It always has been a thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale;
I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.
Obsession
© Muriel Stuart
I will not have roses in my room again,
Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished
© John Keats
I.
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant
D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant
The Future Verdict
© Ada Cambridge
How will our unborn children scoff at us
In the good years to come,
The happier years to come,
Because, like driven sheep, we yielded thus,
Before the shearers dumb.
Vitam Impendere Amori
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Love is dead within your arms
Do you remember his encounter
Hes dead you restore the charms
He returns at your encounter
By an Evolutionist
© Alfred Tennyson
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, Am I your debtor?
And the LordNot yet; but make it as clean as you can,
And then I will let you a better.
Illicit
© Conrad Aiken
Of what she said to me that nightno matter.
The strange thing came next day.
Postman Cheval
© André Breton
We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederes
And that each night form a blossoming branch between your shoulders and the arms of your well beloved wheelbarrow
The Loving Tree
© John Shaw Neilson
Three women walked upon a road,
And the first said airily,
Of all the trees in all the world
Which is the loving tree?
Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 to 11 P.M.; 3rd Class)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with,
Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass
The Factory Girl
© John Arthur Phillips
She wasn't the least bit pretty,
And only the least bit gay;
Wanderers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O there are wanderers over wave and strand
Invisible and secret, everywhere
Moving thro' light and night from land to land,
Swifter than bird or cloud upon the air.
