Classical Poems

Title Poet
Friends, those who will, after one hundred years,
read this poem composed in tears,
Sayeed Abubakar poet by Sayeed Abubakar
on 12/12/2012
1 September 1859
Ludvig Bodtcher poet by Ludvig Bodtcher
on 7/7/2012
Christian Winther poet by Christian Winther
on 6/26/2012
15 August 2008, Northeast India
Having lost my independence
How could I celebrate it
Robin S Ngangom poet by Robin S Ngangom
on 6/23/2012
12 de setembro
Álvares de Azevedo poet by Álvares de Azevedo
on 6/4/2012
“From, that fair land and drear land in the South”
From, that fair land and drear land in the South,
Of which through years I do not cease to think,
John Boyle O'Reilly poet by John Boyle O'Reilly
on 5/21/2012
12 The Khans Canticles
And none but I the secret k/iew
Of where the precious ginseng grew.
Robert Kirkland Kernighan poet by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
on 5/12/2012
»Works« are Dead Rock
»Works« are dead rock, sprung from resounding chisel,
When the master is at work, chipping away at his living self.
Hugo von Hofmannsthal poet by Hugo von Hofmannsthal
on 5/3/2012
“Do Not Embrace Your Mind’s New Negro Friend”
Do not embrace your mind’s new negro friend
Or embarrass the blackballed jew with memberships:
William Morris Meredith Jr. poet by William Morris Meredith Jr.
on 1/12/2012
The Trumpet-Vine Arbour
Amy Lowell poet by Amy Lowell
on 4/16/2010
100,000 Pennies
I broke into the bank on Sunday,
You should see the money I got.
Sheldon Allan Silverstein poet by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
on 4/6/2010
O’Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,
With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and smile in his Irish blue eye;
Alice Guerin Crist poet by Alice Guerin Crist
on 4/5/2010
At Viscount Nelson’s lavish funeral,
While the mob milled and yelled about St Paul’s,
Robert Graves poet by Robert Graves
on 4/1/2010
“The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still”
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
And I remember things I'd best forget.
Siegfried Sassoon poet by Siegfried Sassoon
on 3/31/2010
149th Chorus
The great hanging weak teat of India
on the map
Jack Kerouac poet by Jack Kerouac
on 3/29/2010
16. Of Gluttony and Feasting
He shows a fool in every wise
Who day and night forever hies
Sebastian Brant poet by Sebastian Brant
on 1/1/2004
“Shouting” for a Camel
It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator,
Who was going down the township just to make a bit o' chink,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)
Edward Estlin Cummings poet by Edward Estlin Cummings
on 1/1/2004
1819 New Year's Carrier's Address
Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand'red too far,
Without any compass, or planet or star;
Henry Livingston Jr. poet by Henry Livingston Jr.
on 1/1/2004
10, 47
Most charming Martialis:
These things will give you solace:
Marcus Valerius Martialis poet by Marcus Valerius Martialis
on 1/17/2003
she tries to get things
out of men
Richard Brautigan poet by Richard Brautigan
on 1/13/2003
136 Syllables at Rocky Mountain Dharma Center
Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks.
Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- Thistles blossomed late afternoon.
Allen Ginsberg poet by Allen Ginsberg
on 1/3/2003
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate,
Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword,
Emma Lazarus poet by Emma Lazarus
on 1/3/2003
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