Work poems
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Failure
© George Essex Evans
THE BOY went out from the ranges grim,
And the breath of the mountains went with him;
Italy : 39. The Fountain
© Samuel Rogers
It was a well
Of whitest marble, white as from the quarry;
And richly wrought with many a high relief,
Greek sculpture -- in some earlier day perhaps
'39'
© Henry Lawson
Then heres the living Forties!
The Forties! The Forties!
Then heres the living Forties!
Were good for ten years more.
Ode To Maize
© Pablo Neruda
But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.
Of Coarse Fools
© Sebastian Brant
Vile, scolding words do irritate,
Good manners thereby will abate
If sow-bell's rung from morn to late.
Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Class of 1825 in Bowdoin College
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
"O Cæsar, we who are about to die
Salute you!" was the gladiators' cry
In the arena, standing face to face
With death and with the Roman populace.
Nature's Praise
© John Austin
Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King:
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.
To a Young Poet
© Mahmoud Darwish
Don’t believe our outlines, forget them
and begin from your own words.
As if you are the first to write poetry
or the last poet.
Songs Of The Grass
© Bliss William Carman
I
On The Dunes
HERE all night on the dunes
In the rocking wind we sleep;
The Grand Canyon
© Henry Van Dyke
How still it is! Dear God, I hardly dare
To breathe, for fear the fathomless abyss
Will draw me down into eternal sleep.
Atlantic Oil
© Cesare Pavese
The drunk mechanic is happy to be in the ditch.
From the tavern, five minutes through the dark field
Trollius and trellises
© Charles Bukowski
I won’t blame him for getting
out
and hope he sends me photos of his
Rose Lane, his
Gardenia Avenue.
On The Eve
© Bert Leston Taylor
Now fare they forth to battle,
And none for peace shall sue;
And ye who sneer and cavil --
They fight your battle, too.
Scoff if you will, but stand aside,
For there is work to do.
I Can't Stay In The Same Room With That Woman For Five Minutes
© Charles Bukowski
I went over the other day
to pick up my daughter.
Kissing Stieglitz Good-Bye
© Gerald Stern
Every city in America is approached
through a work of art, usually a bridge
but sometimes a road that curves underneath
or drops down from the sky. Pittsburgh has a tunnel—
Gareth And Lynette
© Alfred Tennyson
To whom the mother said,
'True love, sweet son, had risked himself and climbed,
And handed down the golden treasure to him.'
Failures in Infinitives
© Bernadette Mayer
why am i doing this? Failure
to keep my work in order so as
Detroit, Tomorrow
© Philip Levine
Newspaper says the boy killed by someone,
don’t say who. I know the mother, waking,
gets up as usual, washes her face
in cold water, and starts the coffee pot.
