Work poems
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A Lecture upon the Shadow
© John Donne
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
The Captain and the Mermaids
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I SING a legend of the sea,
So hard-a-port upon your lee!
A ship on starboard tack!
She's bound upon a private cruise -
(This is the kind of spice I use
To give a salt-sea smack).
Bottles in the Bombed City
© Les Murray
They gave the city a stroke. Its memories
are cordoned off. They could collapse on you.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 72
© Alfred Tennyson
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With blasts that blow the poplar white,
And lash with storm the streaming pane?
Written In Montaignes Essays. Given To The Duke Of Shrewsbury In France, After The Peace
© Matthew Prior
Dictate, O mighty judge, what thou hast seen
Of cities and of courts, of books and men,
And deign to let thy servant hold the pen.
A Small Moment
© Cornelius Eady
I walk into the bakery next door
To my apartment. They are about
To pull some sort of toast with cheese
From the oven. When I ask:
What’s that smell? I am being
A poet, I am asking
A Summer Wish
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Live all thy sweet life through,
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
The Kaiser's Feast
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Why fell there silence on the chord
Beneath the harper's hand?
And suddenly, from that rich board,
Why rose the wassail-band?
Inside My Head
© Robert Creeley
Inside my head a common room,
a common place, a common tune,
a common wealth, a common doom
Nabokov’s Blues
© William Matthews
The wallful of quoted passages from his work,
with the requisite specimens pinned next
to their literary cameo appearances, was too good
I Went into the Maverick Bar
© Gary Snyder
I went into the Maverick Bar
In Farmington, New Mexico.
And drank double shots of bourbon
backed with beer.
My long hair was tucked up under a cap
I’d left the earring in the car.
New Stanzas for Amazing Grace
© Allen Ginsberg
I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place
Where I was lost alone
Folk looked right through me into space
And passed with eyes of stone
1979
© Roddy Lumsden
They arrived at the desk of the Hotel Duncan
and Smithed in, twitchy as flea-drummed squirrels.
The Fatal Sisters: An Ode
© Thomas Gray
(FROM THE NORSE TONGUE)
Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepare.)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darken'd air.
