.Poet This week's poems

All poems, page 2

Everything the community has published, newest first.

Margaritae Sorori

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west,

William Ernest Henley

The Graves of a Household

They grew in beauty, side by side, They fill'd one home with glee;—

November Cotton Flower

Boll-weevil's coming, and the winter's cold, Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,

La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— Lean on a garden urn—

The Lover and the Sculptor

The best of artists hath no thought to show Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell

Michelangelo Buonarroti

Winter Evening

The storm the sky with darkness covers, The snowy whirlings twisting;

Alexander Pushkin

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind (from The Brewing of Soma)

Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways!

John Greenleaf Whittier

Two Handles (from the Enchiridion)

Everything has two handles, the one by which it may be carried,

The Woodspurge

The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill:

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Odi et Amo (Carmen LXXXV)

Hate I, and love I. Haps thou'lt ask me wherefore I do so. Wot I not, yet so I do feeling a torture of pain.

The Garden

Bountiful Givers, I look along the years

Virtue

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridall of the earth and skie:

The Words of Belief

Three Words will I name thee—around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;

Friedrich Schiller

The Dead

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,

Chicago

Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,

An Evening Song

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,

For a Poet

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth, And laid them away in a box of gold;

To a Thin Frog

Emaciated frog! be not Worsted in fight:—Issa is here.

Unwelcome

We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, And the door stood open at our feast,

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

What Is Hell? (Father Zosima)

Fathers and teachers, I ponder, "What is hell?" I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Gate of Hell (from Inferno, Canto III)

Through me the way is to the city dolent; Through me the way is to eternal dole;

Dante Alighieri

Twilight

Soft the dove-hued shadows mingle, Color fades, sound droops to sleep.

Fyodor Tyutchev

When I was one-and-twenty

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say,

Vision of God

To meet the fountain of the life of truth I run, For I weary of a life of vanity and emptiness.

Escape

When foxes eat the last gold grape, And the last white antelope is killed,

Anne Rutledge

Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music;

Edgar Lee Masters

The Maldive Shark

About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea,

Herman Melville

Thaw

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed

When in Hours of Fear and Failing (Spiritual Songs, XIII)

When in hours of fear and failing, All but quite our heart despairs;

John Anderson, My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent,

Sea Rose

Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals,

One Perfect Rose

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Parting at Morning

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:

Robert Browning

Concord Hymn

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Monument (Odes III.30)

And now 'tis done: more durable than brass My monument shall be, and raise its head

Buffalo Bill's

Buffalo Bill's defunct

The Author to Her Book

Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Anne Bradstreet

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Cup of Life

We drink life's cup with thirsty lips, Our eyes shut fast to fears;

Mikhail Lermontov

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight

Siegfried Sassoon

Brother and Sister, I

I cannot choose but think upon the time When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss

A Decade

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

The Long Spring Day

Done is the long spring day, wherein The nightingale did sing afar.

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

Langston Hughes

To the Moon

O lovely moon, how well do I recall The time,—'tis just a year—when up this hill

Giacomo Leopardi

October's Bright Blue Weather

Suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together,

Helen Hunt Jackson

The Mower to the Glow-Worms

Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light The Nightingale does sit so late,

Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock

The houses are haunted By white night-gowns.

Wallace Stevens

Spring and Fall

Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Way Through the Woods

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago.

Rudyard Kipling

Written on DotPoet, a quiet home for poems, yours and the world's. Follow along by RSS.