VALLEY POEMS

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The Wood-cutter

The sky is like an envelope,
One of those blue official things;
And, sealing it, to mock our hope,
The moon, a silver wafer, clings.
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Robert William Service
Attack Of The Squash People

And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Marge Piercy
Poor Robin

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Sonnets Cliii - Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Pleasure

A Short Poem or Else Not Say I

True pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,
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Charlotte Brontë
The Trail Of Ninety-eight

Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with the faith of fools.
Fearless, unfound, unfitted, far from the night and the cold,
Heard we the clarion summons, followed the master-lure-Gold!
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Alba

As cool as the pale wet leaves
of lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.

.....
Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
In Memory Of W.b. Yeats

I

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

.....
John Keats

John Keats
Per Bo

Once I knew a noble peasant
From a line of men large-hearted.
Light and strength were in his mind,
Lifted like a peak clear-lined
.....

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Nectar Of Life

NECTAR OF LIFE

Just near the middle point-
Qāba Qawseini Aw-Adnā-
.....
Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Its Power

It’s what makes the hummingbirds sing
It’s what makes that the inner core of my being grow wings
Grow wings yes and fly to heights never before discovered
Bask in feelings so intense that nothing, no one else mattered
.....
Fitzgerald Matthew

Fitzgerald Matthew
Directive

Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,
.....
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Sonnet 21 - Say Over Again, And Yet Once Over Again

XXI

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
.....
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Englishman In Italy

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)

Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
.....
Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Teacher's Lesson

I saw a child some four years old,
Along a meadow stray;
Alone she went-unchecked-untold-
Her home not far away.
.....

Sam G. Goodrich
We Lost The Treasures

The atmosphere is dry & COOL,
places are walking as noble pool,
Every thing is feeling the short.
No one hides it self from this hot.
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Rahil Rahil

Rahil Rahil
Rich And Poor

By the castle-gate my lady stands,
Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.

Hill and valley and mead and plain
.....
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Retrospection

I look down the lengthening distance
Far back to youth's valley of hope.
How strange seemed the ways of existence,
How infinite life and its scope!
.....
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Tell Me

“Traveller, what lies over the hill?
Traveller, tell to me:
Tip-toe-high on the window-sill
Over I cannot see.”
.....
George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Last Walk In Autumn

I.
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
Summer Images

Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd,
A wild and giddy thing,
.....
John Clare

John Clare
Snowfall

White flake falls
How freezing it be
People love to play with
Shivering & quivering body.
.....
Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
My Land

MY LAND

The chilly wind is blowing;
The blossoms have fallen down;
.....
Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
The Hunting Of The Snark

Dedication

Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
.....
Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
Elegy X

That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
.....

Rainer Maria Rilke
Places

Places I love come back to me like music,
Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;
I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming
In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;
.....

Sara Teasdale
Reincarnation

Seemingly too impossible
Yet,as day after night,inevitable
As the sun walked past the valley of the dead
We ,the long gone, stood in awe at the mark of a new century
.....
Fatsani Chione

Fatsani Chione
Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
.....
John Keats

John Keats
In The Greenest Of The Valleys

I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once fair and stately palace,
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
Arithmetic On The Frontier

A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for seven years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe --
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Worms

Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing;
I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod;
The rich loam upturning I gathered them squirming,
big, fat, gleamy earthworms, all ripe for my rod.
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
.....

John Freeman
Near Perigord

I
You'd have men's hearts up from the dust
And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,
Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,
.....
Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Introduction: Pippa Passes

New Year's Day at Asolo in the Trevisan


Scene.-
.....
Robert Browning

Robert Browning
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
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John Keats

John Keats
The Vision

THE SUN had clos'd the winter day,
The curless quat their roarin play,
And hunger'd maukin taen her way,
To kail-yards green,
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
To The Butterfly.

Lovely insect, haste away,
Greet once more the sunny day;
Leave, O leave the murky barn,
Ere trapping spiders thee discern;
.....
John Clare

John Clare
The Monster Of Mr Cogito

1

Lucky Saint George
from his knight's saddle
.....

Zbigniew Herbert
Miriam

One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Report To Crazy Horse

All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
got poor, but a few got richer.
They fought two wars. I did not
take part. No one remembers your vision
.....

William Stafford
Bells

At six o'clock of an autumn dusk
With the sky in the west a rusty red,
The bells of the mission down in the valley
Cry out that the day is dead.
.....

Sara Teasdale
The Generations Of Men

A governor it was proclaimed this time,
When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire
Ancestral memories might come together.
And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Church Of Brou

I
THE CASTLE

Down the Savoy valleys sounding,
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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold
Lilith

Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing
Falters because of the vision it sees;
Voice that is not of the living is ringing
Down in the depths where the darkness is clinging,
.....

Henry Kendall
Chillingham

I
Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,
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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Kooroora

The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark,
A torrent beneath them is leaping,
And the wind goes about like a ghost in the dark
Where a chief of Wahibbi lies sleeping!
.....

Henry Kendall
Dirge

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