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A dozen poems

For December 20, 2014

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The Sea Gypsy, by Richard Hovey



I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

There's a schooner in the offing,

Complete Poem


Untitled, by Angel Mercedes



but now I see.
Laughter whispering,
your voice lingers on.
Crying, screaming,
and now you're gone.

Complete Poem


To Mistress Margery Wentworth, by John Skelton



WITH margerain gentle,
The flower of goodlihead,
Embroidered the mantle
Is of your maidenhead.
Plainly I cannot glose;

Complete Poem


Love knocks at the Door, by John Hall Wheelock



In the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart,
"Let in -- let in --" I said.

"What seek you here?" the voices cried,

Complete Poem


The Buried Chief, by Sir Henry Parkes



(November 6th, 1886)

With speechless lips and solemn tread
They brought the Lawyer-Statesman home:
They laid him with the gather'd dead,
Where rich and poor like brothers come.

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


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


The Silent Folk, by Charles Wharton Stork



Oh, praise me not the silent folk;
To me they only seem
Like leafless, bird-abandoned oak
And muffled, frozen stream.

I want the leaves to talk and tell

Complete Poem


Preludes, by Thomas Stearns Eliot



I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

Complete Poem


Song Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War (1665), the night before an Engagement., by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset



TO all you ladies now at land
We men at sea indite;
But first would have you understand
How hard it is to write:
The Muses now, and Neptune too,

Complete Poem


A Ballade of Wattle Blossom, by Robert Richardson



There's a land that is happy and fair,
Set gem-like in halcyon seas;
The white winters visit not there,
To sadden its blossoming leas,
More bland than the Hesperides,

Complete Poem


Princess, by Bernard Shaw



I will call you princess for that is what you are.
A wonderful smiling being that came from another star.
Lovely large brown eyes and a perfect little face,
Make me feel so good to belong to the human race.
Your Mother pushes your perambulator out into the fresh air,

Complete Poem

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