Willa Sibert Cather

Willa Sibert Cather Poems

• A Likeness
  In every line a supple beauty - The restless head a little bent - Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty, The unseeing eyes of discontent.
• "Grandmither, Think Not I Forget"
  Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town, An' wander the old ways again, an' tread them up and down. I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass, Wi'out I mind how good ye were unto a little lass;
• Poppies On Ludlow Castle
  THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower.
• The Hawthorn Tree
  ACROSS the shimmering meadows-- Ah, when he came to me! In the spring-time,
• The Palatine
  'Have you been with the King to Rome, Brother, big brother?' 'I've been there and I've come home.
• London Roses
  'ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!' they tell you-- Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you. Roses, roses, red in the Kensington sun,
• The Tavern
  IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, departing, come no more.
• Street In Packingtown
  IN the gray dust before a frail gray shed, By a board fence obscenely chalked in red, A gray creek willow, left from country days,
• Spanish Johnny
  The old West, the old time, The old wind singing through The red, red grass a thousand miles - And Spanish Johnny, you!
• Arcadian Winter
  WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades where once it fed,
• Paradox
  I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle, Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory: Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile,