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A Coffin'is A Small Domain


A Coffin-is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
I Love You

I love you
like dipping bread into salt and eating
Like waking up at night with high fever
and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth

Nazim Hikmet
The Next Plane

Why do I see a different person in you?
Once you were the light of my heart
You were the light of my thoughts
Does the world changed you?
Anitta Cyriac

Anitta Cyriac
The Beaks Of Eagles

An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a
falling meteor will ever plow; no horseman

Robinson Jeffers
Pictures From Theocritus


Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring
The high pines wave with breezy murmuring!

William Lisle Bowles
The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat

Gwendolyn Brooks
Full Flight

I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.
It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers
is why I think of beanies, those hats that would spin
a young head into the clouds. The plane is red and loud

Bob Hicok
The Christmas Beetle

When Christmas comes the Christmas heat'll
bring once more the Christmas Beetle
The first inflammatory breeze'll
set him buzzing like a diesel.

Leon Gellert

Days that cannot bring you near
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,

Elizabeth Bishop
August Afternoon

Thump of a horse's hoof behind the hedge;
Long stripes of shadow, and green flame in the grass
Between them; discrowned, glaucous poppy--pods
On their tall stalks; a rose

Robert Laurence Binyon
A Song Of Bananas (brazilian Verses)

Have you no Bananas, simple townsmen all?
"Nay, but we have them certainly.
"We buy them off the barrows, with the vegetable-marrows
"And the cabbage of our own country,
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
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
Tea On The Lawn

It was foretold by sybils three
that in an air crash he would die.
“I'll fool their prophesy,” said he;
“You won't get me to go on high.
Robert Service

Robert Service
The Sycamores

In the outskirts of the village
On the river's winding shores
Stand the Occidental plane-trees,
Stand the ancient sycamores.
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier

Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind,
For there's no plane on which we two may meet?
Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind,
And life is of a day, and time is fleet.

Claude Mckay

Aroused and angry,
I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;
But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd, and I resign'd myself,
To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead.
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
To Hang Our Head—ostensibly


To hang our head—ostensibly—
And subsequent, to find
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
An October Nocturne

The night was faint and sheer;
Immobile, road and dune.
Then, for a moment, clear,
A plane moved past the moon.

Yvor Winters
Grey Gull

'Twas on an iron, icy day
I saw a pirate gull down-plane,
And hover in a wistful way
Nigh where my chickens picked their grain.
Robert Service

Robert Service

EACH small gleam was a voice
-A lantern voice-
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A chorus of colors came over the water;
Stephen Crane

Stephen Crane
Found Poem

after information received in The St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 4 v 86

The population center of the USA
Has shifted to Potosi, in Missouri.

Howard Nemerov
Magdalen Walks

The little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts
Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts,
And long before this wandering flesh is rotten
The dates which made me will be all forgotten;
John Masefield

John Masefield
The Fountain

Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,
Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,
With the cool sound of breezes in the beach,
Above me in the noontide. Thou dost wear
William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant
Death And Birth

'Tis the midnight hour; I heard
The Abbey-bell give out the word.
Seldom is the lamp-ray shed
On some dwarfed foot-farer's head
George Macdonald

George Macdonald
To A Child


The fairies have been busy while you slept;
They have been laughing where the sad rain wept,
Edith Nesbit

Edith Nesbit
To Bayard Taylor

To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height,
O'erseeing all that man but undersees;
To loiter down lone alleys of delight,
And hear the beating of the hearts of trees,
Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier
The Raspberries In My Driveway

Nature will bear the closest inspection . She invites us to lay our eyes level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.

The raspberries

Erica Jong
Fresh Air


At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up to say
-You make me sick with all your talk about restraint and mature talent!

Kenneth Koch

REMOTE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind
Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind,
From hostile menace, and offensive boast,
Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost;

Charlotte Smith

Un soir plein de pourpres et de fleuves vermeils
Pourrit, par au-delà des plaines diminuées,
Et fortement, avec les poings de ses nuées,
Sur l'horizon verdâtre, écrase des soleils.

Emile Verhaeren
The Woful Tale Of Mr. Peters

I should like, good friends, to mention the disaster which befell
Mr. William Perry Peters, of the town of Muscatel,
Whose fate is full of meaning, if correctly understood
Admonition to the haughty, consolation to the good.

Ambrose Bierce
Cut The Grass

The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful,
wonderful: I'm surprised half the time:
ground up fine, I puff if a pebble stirs:


Archie Randolph Ammons
The Horses

rld to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still

Edwin Muir
The Old Swimmin' Hole

Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below
Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know

James Whitcomb Riley
Le Port

Toute la mer va vers la ville !

Son port est surmonté d'un million de croix :
Vergues transversales barrant de grands mâts droits.

Emile Verhaeren
Last Will And Testament

Comrades, if I don't live to see the day
-- I mean,if I die before freedom comes --
take me away
and bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia.

Nazim Hikmet
The Clover

Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose,
And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime
In the green grassy lap of the medder that lays

James Whitcomb Riley
Mother And The Baby

Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,
For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there;
And be the baby in his cot or nestling in her arms,
The picture they present is one with never-fading charms.
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Ah Ling, The Leper

UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slime
Of a brave and blusterous city met its misery and crime,
In a hovel reeking pestilence, and noisome as the grave,
Dwelt Ah Ling, the Chinese joiner, and the sweaterâ??s willing slave.

Edward George Dyson
The Carpenter's Son

"Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.

Alfred Edward Housman

At last you're tired of this elderly world

Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating

Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire
The Trees Are Down

and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation

They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end of
the gardens.

Charlotte Mary Mew
A London Plane-tree

Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.

Amy Levy
"the Girl In Brown Who Walks Alone"

The girl in brown borned and grown,
Like other colleagues, followed a set pattern;
Unlike other friends, showed a passion to improvising;
Haylofts to the floor of grandpa's barn,
Anish Wayne De Tardy

Anish Wayne De Tardy
The Carpenter

O Lord, at Joseph's humble bench
Thy hands did handle saw and plane;
Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,
Avoiding knot and humouring grain.
George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The House Of Dust - Part Iii - Complete


As evening falls,
And the yellow lights leap one by one

Conrad Potter Aiken
The Iliad: Book 02

Now the other gods and the armed warriors on the plain slept
soundly, but Jove was wakeful, for he was thinking how to do honour to
Achilles, and destroyed much people at the ships of the Achaeans. In
the end he deemed it would be best to send a lying dream to King

Under The Plane Tree

Under my wall
And plane-tree tall
The lake's blue wavelets rise and fall;
In they creep,
John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard

If a man says half himself in the light, adroit
Way a tune shakes into equilibrium,
Or approximates to a note that never comes:


Arthur Seymour John Tessimond