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A dozen poems

For July 23, 2014

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Dream, by Anna Hempstead Branch



But now the Dream has come again, the world is as of old.
Once more I feel about my breast the heartening splendors fold.
Now I am back in that good place from which my footsteps came,
And I am hushed of any grief and have laid by my shame.

I know not by what road I came -- oh wonderful and fair!

Complete Poem


Poetry To A Rose: The Rainy Day, by Deborah Berry



The day dawned gray, wet from the night's black rain
And she hung, heavily, her delicate limbs strained.

Bright petticoats ruined from the unmerciful, watery lash,
Rips running through her silks that the pelting onslaught slashed.

Only her leaves seem content under the wet, oppressive sky.

Complete Poem


Laudabunt Alii, by Ernest Currie



There are some that long for a limpid lake by a blue Italian shore,
Or a palm-grove out where the rollers break and the coral beaches roar;
There are some for the land of the Japanee, and the tea-girls' twinkling feet;
And some for the isles of the summer sea, afloat in the dancing heat;
And others are exiles all their days, midst black or white or brown,

Complete Poem


October, by Robert Frost



O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;

Complete Poem


Men of Harlan, by William Aspinwall Bradley



Here in the level country, where the creeks run straight and wide,
Six men upon their pacing nags may travel side by side.
But the mountain men of Harlan, you may tell them all the while,
When they pass through our village, for they ride in single file.
And the children, when they see them, stop their play and stand and cry,

Complete Poem


After Sunset, by Grace Hazard Conkling



I have an understanding with the hills
At evening when the slanted radiance fills
Their hollows, and the great winds let them be,
And they are quiet and look down at me.
Oh, then I see the patience in their eyes

Complete Poem


Departure, by Hermann Hagedorn



My true love from her pillow rose
And wandered down the summer lane.
She left her house to the wind's carouse,
And her chamber wide to the rain.

She did not stop to don her coat,

Complete Poem


An Old Colonist's Reverie, by David McKee Wright



Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'-wester at morn,
Wind and the rising sun, and waving tussock and corn;
It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang,
The wind is the voice of my home, and I think of the songs it sang
When, fresh from the desk and ledger, I crossed the long leagues of sea --

Complete Poem


A Lynmouth Widow, by Amelia Josephine Burr



He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
As the summer meeting of sky and sea,
And the ruddy cliffs had a colder hue
Than flushed his cheek when he married me.

We passed the porch where the swallows breed,

Complete Poem


He fell among Thieves, by Henry Newbolt



'YE have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?'
'Blood for our blood,' they said.

He laugh'd: 'If one may settle the score for five,

Complete Poem


The Poppy, by Francis Thompson



SUMMER set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flush'd print in a poppy there;
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame.

With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank

Complete Poem


Just a Glance, by Adya



Just a glance
I turned my head
perfect and beautiful

passed too far
gone now.

Complete Poem

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