Classical Poems

Title Poet
"Teach Us to Number Our Days"
It wasn't bliss. What was bliss
but the ordinary life? She'd spend hours
Rita Dove poet by Rita Dove
on 10/11/2013
"History of Scanderbeg" excerpt from Canto V
Krujë oh blessed citadel
await, await for Scanderbeg!
Naim Frashëri poet by Naim Frashëri
on 8/25/2012
[Excerpt from The Negativity Bin]
(i) Lower than the Angels
‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life.’
B. R. Dionysius poet by B. R. Dionysius
on 5/28/2012
Whatever drags downward, the heart hampers:
hands softer than dough
Alison Croggon poet by Alison Croggon
on 5/24/2012
(The Kirkman Guide To The Bars of Europe, their music, the..
For Gregory O'Brien
I wonder how
Ken Bolton poet by Ken Bolton
on 5/14/2012
...And to New Ones
To have designs on another
Degrades oneself;
Makarand Paranjape poet by Makarand Paranjape
on 3/28/2012
[He is pruning the privet]
He is pruning the privet
of sickly sorrow desolation
Joanne Kyger poet by Joanne Kyger
on 1/10/2012
Νοσταλγία (N..
From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly
Kostas Karyotakis poet by Kostas Karyotakis
on 9/17/2010
... the books
One who runs away from the books,
Runs away from one’s mental liberation…
Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie poet by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
on 7/10/2010
..But a short time to live
Our little hour,—how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
Leslie Coulson poet by Leslie Coulson
on 4/12/2010
Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
Ezra Pound poet by Ezra Pound
on 4/1/2010
(Fragment 2) I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
on 3/31/2010
[I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]
[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Wilfred Owen poet by Wilfred Owen
on 1/1/2004
[Four Sonnets (1922)]
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
on 1/1/2004
"To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage"
"The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
Robert Lowell poet by Robert Lowell
on 1/20/2003
(The sunshine seeks my little room)
The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
À Bas Ben Adhem
My fellow man I do not care for.
I often ask me, What's he there for?
Ogden Nash poet by Ogden Nash
on 1/13/2003
[Greek Title]
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,
   O Willer masked and dumb!
Thomas Hardy poet by Thomas Hardy
on 1/4/2003
(Poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age)
I'm tired of murdering children.
Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
Bill Knott poet by Bill Knott
on 1/3/2003
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