Preludes by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at […]
Nature Poems
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, […]
The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy
The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone, His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. And duly he entreated her To be his tender minister, And call him aye her own. Fair Jenny’s life had hardly been A life of […]
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po (or Li Bai) Under the flowering trees, with a bottle of wine, I drink alone, for no friend is near. Raising my cup I call the bright moon, For he, with my shadow, make us three. The moon is no drinker of wine; Listless, my shadow only […]
He is More Than a Hero by Sappho
Sappho the Poet He is More Than a Hero by Sappho He is a god in my eyes– the man who is allowed to sit beside you — he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet you suddenly, I […]
Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray
Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus’ train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo’s note, The untaught harmony of spring: While, whisp’ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro’ the clear blue sky Their […]
ON THE RIVER by William Vaughn Moody
ON THE RIVER by William Vaughn Moody The faint stars wake and wonder, Fade and find heart anew; Above us and far under Sphereth the watchful blue. Silent she sits, outbending, A wild pathetic grace, A beauty strange, heart-rending, Upon her hair and face. O spirit cries that sever The cricket’s level drone! O to […]
Mist by Henry David Thoreau
Mist by Henry David Thoreau Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the dasied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers, Bear […]
Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor
Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor (1642-1729) Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is this thy play, To spin a web out of thyselfe To Catch a Fly? For Why? I saw a pettish wasp Fall foule therein: Whom yet thy Whorle pins did not clasp Lest he should fling His sting. But as […]
Fragment by Edwin Arlington Robinson
About Edwin Robinson: Born at Head Tide, Maine, Dec. 22, 1869. Educated at Harvard University. Mr. Robinson is a psychological poet of great subtlety; his poems are usually studies of types and he has given us a remarkable series of portraits. He is recognized as one of the finest and most distinguished poets of our time. He won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.
THE MOON by William H. Davies
According to his own biography, William H. Davies was born in a public-house called Church House at Newport, in the County of Monmouthshire, April 20, 1870, of Welsh parents. He was, until Bernard Shaw “discovered” him, a cattleman, a berry-picker, a panhandler?in short, a vagabond. In a preface to Davies’ second book, The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp (1906)
SEED-TIME AND HARVEST by John Greenleaf Whittier
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)
Nightpiece by James Joyce
James Joyce (1882-1941)
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt
Mary Howitt? (1799-1888) The Spider And The Fly “Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly; “‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there.” “Oh no, no,” […]
When I was a Bird–Katherine Mansfield
Kathleen Mansfield Murry was born in 1888 and died in 1923. Prominent in the modernist movement as a short fiction writing, her poetry is lesser know.