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A dozen poems

For March 29, 2015

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Time and Grief, by William Lisle Bowles



O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)
The faint pang stealest unperceived away;
On thee I rest my only hope at last,

Complete Poem


Vanilla Damnation, by Zachary Bosch



Stanger, We've met before
At least a hundred times
In the produce aisle of my head.
I know you.
You smell of vanilla,

Complete Poem


Bacchus, by Frank Dempster Sherman



Listen to the tawny thief,
Hid beneath the waxen leaf,
Growling at his fairy host,
Bidding her with angry boast
Fill his cup with wine distilled

Complete Poem


The Song of Callicles, by Matthew Arnold



THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
Thick breaks the red flame.
All Etna heaves fiercely
Her forest-clothed frame.

Not here, O Apollo!

Complete Poem


Valley Song, by Carl Sandburg



Your eyes and the valley are memories.
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl.
It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down.
And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Complete Poem


The Path that leads to Nowhere, by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson



There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows

Complete Poem


The Farewell, by Robert Burns



IT was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' King
We e'er saw Irish land,
My dear--

Complete Poem


Ye Mariners of England, by Thomas Campbell



YE Mariners of England
That guard our native seas!
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze!
Your glorious standard launch again

Complete Poem


Chaucer, by Sydney Jephcott



O gracious morning eglantine,
Making the far old English ways divine!
Though from thy stock our mateless rose was bred,
Staining the world's skies with its red,
Our garden gives no scent so fresh as thine,

Complete Poem


A Night in Italy, by Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of Lytton



SWEET are the rosy memories of the lips
That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more:
Sweet is the sight of sunset-sailing ships,
Altho' they leave us on a lonely shore:
Sweet are familiar songs, tho' Music dips

Complete Poem


Song, by George Darley



SWEET in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,
Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;
Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbers
Breathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air.

Down from the high cliffs the rivulet is teeming

Complete Poem


Star Burden, by James Winer



The night my son appeared tattooed,
I knew things had changed.
There he was--tall, smiling, bearded, a bit lightheaded.
I saw him as if he had been born at that moment.

"Why did you do it?"

Complete Poem

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