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A dozen poems

For October 2, 2014

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Azrael, by Robert Gilbert Welsh



The angels in high places
Who minister to us,
Reflect God's smile, -- their faces
Are luminous;
Save one, whose face is hidden,

Complete Poem


When I Hear Music, by Marco



I'm taken to another world when i hear music.
I hear the guitars, the drums, the singing
Love stories, happy stories, sad stories,
Different problems from different people,
How families are broken up,

Complete Poem


The Mould, by Gladys Cromwell



No doubt this active will,
So bravely steeped in sun,
This will has vanquished Death
And foiled oblivion.

But this indifferent clay,

Complete Poem


The Bride, by Henry Alford



'RISE,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.'
She heard the call and rose with willing feet;
But thinking it not otherwise than meet
For such a bidding to put on her best,
She is gone from us for a few short hours

Complete Poem


Summer Dawn, by William Morris



PRAY but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips,
Think but one thought of me up in the stars.
The summer night waneth, the morning light slips
Faint and gray 'twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the
cloud-bars,

Complete Poem


The Rosary, by Robert Cameron Rogers



The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me;
I count them over, every one apart,
My rosary.

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer,

Complete Poem


The Old Whim Horse, by Edward Dyson



He's an old grey horse, with his head bowed sadly,
And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft,
With the off-fore sprung and the hind screwed badly,
And he bears all over the brands of graft;
And he lifts his head from the grass to wonder

Complete Poem


Careers, by Robert Graves



Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say you're going to write great music--
I chose that first: it's unfair.
Besides, now I can't be the greatest painter and

Complete Poem


Music I heard, by Conrad Aiken



Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

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


Maureen, by John Todhunter



O, YOU plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,
Girl of my choice, Maureen!
Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy, sweet mouth denies,
Maureen?

Like a walking ghost I am, and no words to woo,

Complete Poem


Just Going, by Penny J Van Slyke



She reaches not for the unknown
But grasps the hands of familar
Buried deep in shadowlands
Painted on with glitter
Wrestling with content

Complete Poem

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