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…
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Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke
Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands. The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies. I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands, Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths…
A Poison Tree by William Blake
A Poison Tree by William Blake ? I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with…
Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Disolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations, Its divisions and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of…
Sea Lily by H.D.
SEA LILY by H. D. (Hilda Doolittle) Reed, slashed and torn, but doubly rich? such great heads as yours drift upon temple-steps, but you are shattered in the wind. Myrtle-bark is flecked from you, scales are dashed from your stem, sand cuts your petal, furrows it with hard edge, like flint on a bright stone….
Over Hill, Over Dale by William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare?(1564-1616) Over Hill, Over Dale “Over Hill, Over Dale” Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone’s sphere. And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be, In…
California City Landscape by Carl Sandburg
California City Landscape by Carl Sandburg On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man whose father and mother were Irish Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain; He drove a covered wagon years ago, Understood how to handle a rifle, Shot grouse,…
X. Emily Dickinson
X. I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth, ? the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night,…
Mending Wall By Robert Frost
Mending Wall By Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not…
To wish Myself Courage by William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams (1883?1963) To wish Myself Courage On the day when youth is no more upon me I will write of the leaves and the moon in a tree top! I will sing then the song, long in the making? When the stress of youth is put away from me. How can I ever…