Classical Poems

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Bill Knott poet (end) Of Summer (1966) by Bill Knott
I'm tired of murdering children.
Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
5.12 0
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet (fragment 2) I Know 'Tis But A Dream, Yet Feel More Anguish by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so:
4.95 0
Ken Bolton poet (pinkham) by Ken Bolton
For Gregory O'Brien
I wonder how
5.50 0
Bill Knott poet (poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age) by Bill Knott
'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam
On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
5.30 0
Ken Bolton poet (the Kirkman Guide To The Bars Of Europe, Their Music, The.. by Ken Bolton
Tony Kirkman—What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Europe?
Me—I’m going, I’m going. Next week.
10.00 0
Robert William Service poet (the Sunshine Seeks My Little Room) by Robert William Service
The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
5.88 2
Alison Croggon poet (untitled 2) by Alison Croggon
Whatever drags downward, the heart hampers:
hands softer than dough
0.00 0
Alison Croggon poet (untitled) by Alison Croggon
there bees were perpetual as meadows asleep in a brooding sun
0.00 0
Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie poet ... The Books by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
One who runs away from the books,
Runs away from one’s mental liberation…
4.60 0
Makarand Paranjape poet ...And To New Ones by Makarand Paranjape
To have designs on another
Degrades oneself;
5.50 0
Leslie Coulson poet ..But A Short Time To Live by Leslie Coulson
Our little hour,—how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
5.86 1
Kaka Hathrasi poet ?ara Tha Usaka by Kaka Hathrasi
0.00 0
B. R. Dionysius poet [excerpt From The Negativity Bin] by B. R. Dionysius
(i) Lower than the Angels
‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life.’
0.00 0
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet [four Sonnets (1922)] by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
5.27 3
Thomas Hardy poet [greek Title] by Thomas Hardy
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,
   O Willer masked and dumb!
5.29 2
Ezra Pound poet [greek] by Ezra Pound
Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
5.58 2
Joanne Kyger poet [he Is Pruning The Privet] by Joanne Kyger
He is pruning the privet
of sickly sorrow desolation
8.00 0
Wilfred Owen poet [i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] by Wilfred Owen
[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
5.61 4
Edmund Spenser poet ['Joy of my life, full oft for loving you'] by Edmund Spenser
Joy of my life, full oft for loving you
I bless my lot, that was so lucky placed:
0.00 0
Emily Jane Brontë poet [long Neglect Has Worn Away] by Emily Jane Brontë
Long neglect has worn away
Half the sweet enchanting smile;
5.50 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of) July by Hilaire Belloc
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,
The purple Kings and all their mounted men;
5.22 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] April by Hilaire Belloc
The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,
Look! little beads of green begin to grow,
5.68 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] August by Hilaire Belloc
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,
That never more shall hear such victories told;
5.54 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] December by Hilaire Belloc
Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness.
5.60 1
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] February by Hilaire Belloc
The winter moon has such a quiet car
That all the winter nights are dumb with rest.
5.37 0
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