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A dozen poems

For September 16, 2014

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A Lover's Lullaby, by George Gascoigne



SING lullaby, as women do,
Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
And lullaby can I sing too,
As womanly as can the best.
With lullaby they still the child;

Complete Poem


Godheart, by Mark Zimmerman



spinning and pumping along the
pathway, drenched with melting
rocks shaped like fornicating roses
twirling around, the heart is carried
while gliding back and forth through time

Complete Poem


The Land o' the Leal, by Carolina, Lady Nairne



I'M wearin' awa', John
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,
I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal.
There 's nae sorrow there, John,

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 Child in Me, by May Riley Smith



She follows me about my House of Life
(This happy little ghost of my dead Youth!)
She has no part in Time's relentless strife
She keeps her old simplicity and truth --
And laughs at grim Mortality,

Complete Poem


Fifty Years Spent, by Maxwell Struthers Burt



Fifty years spent before I found me,
Wind on my mouth and the taste of the rain,
Where the great hills circled and swept around me
And the torrents leapt to the mist-drenched plain;
Ah, it was long this coming of me

Complete Poem


What of the Night?, by Ada Cambridge



To you, who look below,
Where little candles glow --
Who listen in a narrow street,
Confused with noise of passing feet --

To you 'tis wild and dark;

Complete Poem


The Faithless Shepherdess, by William Byrd



WHILE that the sun with his beams hot
Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain,
Philon the shepherd, late forgot,
Sitting beside a crystal fountain
In shadow of a green oak tree,

Complete Poem


To His Forsaken Mistress, by Sir Robert Ayton



I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could move, had power to move thee;
But I can let thee now alone

Complete Poem


I have a Rendezvous with Death, by Alan Seeger



I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air --
I have a rendezvous with Death

Complete Poem


Jolly Good Ale and Old, by William Stevenson



I CANNOT eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,

Complete Poem


What Once Is, Is Not, by Jennifer Concetta



There once was,
An upon a time,
But then,
Someone died,
I'm not saying it was you,

Complete Poem

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