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The Plain

I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.

The plain was flawlessly paved.

Jean Arp
The Barefoot Boy

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Song Of Seventy Horses

Once again the Steamer at Calais, the tackles
Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her!
Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses
(Seventy Thundering Horses!)
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

A Short Poem or Else Not Say I

True pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,

Charlotte Brontë
The Female Exile

Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,

Charlotte Smith
Endymion: Book I


A Poetic Romance.

John Keats

John Keats
The Prairie

The skies are blue above my head,
The prairie green below,
And flickering o'er the tufted grass
The shifting shadows go,
John Hay

John Hay
Value Of Literature

Value of literature is above precious ruby,
It voice higher than the dictation of God,
So timeless, with in-depth human undergo,
Worthy of deep cerebral feelings to deal
Santosh Kumar

Santosh Kumar
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding


Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
The Odyssey: Book 09

And Ulysses answered, “King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded

The Last Walk In Autumn

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands
Plead with the leaden heavens in vain,
I see, beyond the valley lands,
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
A Modest Request

Complied With After The Dinner At President Everett's Inauguration

Scene, - a back parlor in a certain square,
Or court, or lane, - in short, no matter where;

Oliver Wendell Holmes
In The Droving Days

"Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss --
Only a pound for the drover's horse?

Banjo Paterson
Afar In The Desert

Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
When the sorrows of life the soul o'ercast,
And, sick of the Present, I cling to the Past;

Thomas Pringle

April doesnt hurt here
Like it does in New England
The ground
Vast and brown

Jack Kerouac
To T.l.h.


Model of thy parent dear,
Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
Un Coucher De Soleil

Sur la côte d'un beau pays,
Par delà les flots Pacifiques,
Deux hauts palmiers épanouis
Bercent leurs palmes magnifiques.

Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
John Keats

John Keats
Come With Me To The Edge Of The World

Come with me to the edge of the world,
Let's go there where sunset is touching the horizon,
Where is only silence and peace,
There is a place just for us, for you and me.
Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
The Two Kings

King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire,
William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

due, popped, proliferation
of world of realities but on
a applied manual,life.
kinetic,hands of time, taps,
Michael  Ejikeme

Michael Ejikeme

Light silken curtain, colorless and soft,
Dreamlike before me floating! what abides
Behind thy pearly veil's
Opaque, mysterious woof?
Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus

The clouds as I see them, rising
urgently, roseate in the
mounting of somber power


Denise Levertov

This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing. Black
Admonitory cliffs, and the sea exploding
With no bottom, or anything on the other side of it,

Sylvia Plath
Magnolia Shoals

Up here among the gull cries
we stroll through a maze of pale
red-mottled relics, shells, claws


Sylvia Plath
Heritage Site Jdnp

Mesmerizing landscape of snowy mountains
Is a landmark of park & country,
Significant of Jigme Dorji National Park,
Is the home where one can see all national diversity.
Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Sea Slant

On up the sea slant,
On up the horizon,
The ship limps.

Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
There Is

There is this ship which has taken my beloved back again
There are six Zeppelin sausages in the sky and with night
coming on it makes a man think of the maggots from which the
stars might some day be reborn
Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire
The Odyssey: Book 05

And now, as Dawn rose from her couch beside Tithonus-harbinger of
light alike to mortals and immortals-the gods met in council and with
them, Jove the lord of thunder, who is their king. Thereon Minerva
began to tell them of the many sufferings of Ulysses, for she pitied

Les Clairs De Lune

C'est un monde difforme, abrupt, lourd et livide,
Le spectre monstrueux d'un univers détruit
Jeté comme une épave à l'Océan du vide,
Enfer pétrifié, sans flammes et sans bruit,

Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle

Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tomorrow will have an island. Before night
I always find it. Then on to the next island.
These places hidden in the day separate
and come forward if you beckon.

William Stafford
The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel

A poem moves forward,
Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress
A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of repetetiveoccurrence

Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
The Deaf And Blind

Do we reach the sea with clocks
In our pockets, with the noise of the sea
In the sea, or are we the carriers
Of a purer and more silent water?

Paul Eluard
Books Written On The Road

ocean wave moving across sail crape rays
sun glimmering sea rail sunset, campfire
beach street revolutionary figures, walk
taken along the sand, somewhere between

Joseph Mayo Wristen
Not Intrigued With Evening

What the material world values does
not shine the same in the truth of the soul.

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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

I am in front of this feminine land
Like a child in front of the fire
Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes
In front of this land where all moves in me

Paul Eluard

Upon time's surging, billowy sea
A ship now slowly disappears,
With freight no human eye can see,
But weighing just one hundred years.

Nannie R. Glass

Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,
Reddening the road and deepening the green
On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled sedge;
Veiling in gray the landscape stretched between
Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Lakayana's Reflection

In my boyhood, said Lakayana,

Looking at the horizon

Wanjiru Kinyanjui

Wanjiru Kinyanjui
Salut Au Monde

O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
Each answering all--each sharing the earth with all.
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey.
Best are the dales and rivers removed by force,
as from the next compartment throttles "Oh, stop it, Bernie,"
yet the rhythm of those paroxysms is exactly yours.

Joseph Brodsky
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva


In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness
Four-faced Brahma broods.

Rabindranath Tagore

A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl,
No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar
Shoved on the polished bar of the eastern hill-range,

Robinson Jeffers
The Human Face

I. Soon

Of all the springtimes of the world
This one is the ugliest

Paul Eluard
Andrew Rykman-s Prayer

Andrew Rykman's dead and gone;
You can see his leaning slate
In the graveyard, and thereon
Read his name and date.
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Farm

My father's farm is an apple blossomer.
He keeps his hills in dandelion carpet
and weaves a lane of lilacs between the rose
and the jack-in-the-pulpits.

Joyce Sutphen

O France, although you sleep
We call you, we the forbidden!
The shadows have ears,
And the depths have cries.

Victor Marie Hugo
Address To The Sunset

Exquisite stillness! What serenities
Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall
The stonecropâ??s fire and beyond the precipice
How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall!

Robert Nichols

"Tell us a story of these Isles," they said,
The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seen
For the first time the circling sea, instead
Of the blown prairie's waves of grassy green:
Celia Thaxter

Celia Thaxter