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A dozen poems

For December 21, 2014

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Melbourne, by Patrick Moloney



O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,
Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,
Thou wert a witness when I kissed the mouth
Of her whose eyes outblazed the skyey fires.
I saw the parallels of thy long streets,

Complete Poem


Red Roses, by Anne Christian



These red tears run down my wrists, falling onto a forgotten floor, laying in a pool of lost hope.
And it could have been a maddened angel who stole the virgins fate. No one will ever know, because no one ever cared.
And these red petals will continue to fill my outstretched palms, the thorns my back.
And I will transcend into oblivion, nothing more than an evaporating mist.

Complete Poem


A Duet, by T. Sturge Moore



'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air,
Flowers posied, flowers for the hair,
Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare----'
'O pick me some!'

'Shells with lip, or tooth, or bleeding gum,

Complete Poem


1915, by Robert Graves



I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassee and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
August, and yellowing Autumn, so

Complete Poem


Alciphron and Leucippe, by Walter Savage Landor



AN ancient chestnut's blossoms threw
Their heavy odour over two:
Leucippe, it is said, was one;
The other, then, was Alciphron.
'Come, come! why should we stand beneath

Complete Poem


The Old Familiar Faces, by Charles Lamb



I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--

Complete Poem


The Reconcilement, by John Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire



COME, let us now resolve at last
To live and love in quiet;
We'll tie the knot so very fast
That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove

Complete Poem


May, by Edward Thurlow, Lord Thurlow



MAY! queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,

Complete Poem


Hertha, by Algernon Charles Swinburne



I AM that which began;
Out of me the years roll;
Out of me God and man;
I am equal and whole;
God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.

Complete Poem


To Chloris, by Sir Charles Sedley



AH, Chloris! that I now could sit
As unconcern'd as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No pleasure, nor no pain!
When I the dawn used to admire,

Complete Poem


Days, by Karle Wilson Baker



Some days my thoughts are just cocoons -- all cold, and dull, and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;

And other days they drift and shine -- such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

Complete Poem


To an Unknown Girl in Auschwitz, by Charles L. Cingolani



Who are you who make your way
among the crowds?
You, Two Six Nine Five Three
You, the Flower of Jewry
proud, erect, with neck of ivory

Complete Poem

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