Work poems
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Thou Shalt Not Kill
© Kenneth Rexroth
Harry who didnt care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
Timor mortis conturbat me.
The Brass Well
© Henry Lawson
Heres some bloomin brass! they muttered when they found it in the clay,
And they thought no more about it and in time they went away;
But they heard of gold, and saw it, somewhere down by Inverell,
And they felt and weighed it, crying: Why! we found it in the well!
Better Things
© George MacDonald
Better to smell the violet
Than sip the glowing wine;
Better to hearken to a brook
Than watch a diamond shine.
They Sit Together on the Porch by Wendell Berry: American Life in Poetry #68 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet L
© Ted Kooser
Here is a marvelous little poem about a long marriage by the Kentucky poet, Wendell Berry. It's about a couple resigned to and comfortable with their routines. It is written in language as clear and simple as its subject. As close together as these two people have grown, as much alike as they have become, there is always the chance of the one, unpredictable, small moment of independence. Who will be the first to say goodnight?
They Sit Together on the Porch
To Virgil
© Alfred Tennyson
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;
No Life Vain
© Hartley Coleridge
LET me not deem that I was made in vain,
Or that my being was an accident,
Thespis: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury
Ashtabula Disaster
© Julia A Moore
Swiftly passed the engine's call,
Hastening souls on to death,
Warning not one of them all;
It brought despair right and left.
Ballade Of The Average Reader
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Most read of readers, if you've read
The works of any old succeeder,
You know that he, too, must have said:
"I've never seen an Average Reader."
The Exorcists
© John Newton
Then the apostle wonders wrought,
And healed the sick, in Jesus' name;
The sons of Sceva vainly thought
That they had pow'r to do the fame.
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
© William Wordsworth
THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,
Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,
To aid a covert purpose, cried--"O ye
Approaching Waters of the deep, that share
The Labourer
© George Meredith
For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that
follows
Your grief....
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed
© Henry Lawson
THE LADIES are coming, the super says
To the shearers sweltering there,
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio
© John Keats
I.
Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
The Crown Of Thorns
© Ada Cambridge
In bitterest sorrow did the ground bring forth
Its fatal seed. Thine eye beheld the birth-
Beheld the travail of accursèd earth;
E'en then, O Lord! in greater love than wrath!
