Blake Gillette When He Comes Again / Joy to the World
We present to your attention a choice of laconic poems by famous English and American poets. The poems will open up the world of prissy, tender feelings and philosophical outlook on life, vivid cheerful jokes and witty English humor to you. Short poems are piece of cake to read and memorize.
George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose bawling beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst non dispel,
How similar art grand to Joy recall'd well!
Then gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, merely warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, only distant – articulate, but oh, how common cold!
Alfred Edward Housman
Information technology nods and curtseys and recovers
When the air current blows higher up,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for dear.
The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
The man, he does non motility,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for dearest.
***
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I comport.
And now the fancy passes past,
And zilch volition remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself once again.
When I came concluding to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight stake,
Two friends kept footstep beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight pale.
***
Oh on my breast in days future
Light the earth should lie,
Such weight to bear is now the air,
So heavy hangs the sky.
Hilaire Belloc
The Big Baboon
The Big Baboon is found upon
The plains of Cariboo;
He goes about with cipher on
(A shocking thing to do.)
But if he dressed respectably
And let his whiskers abound
How like this Big Baboon would be
To Mister And then-and-Then!
Walter de la Mare
The Horseman
I heard a horseman
Ride over the hill;
The moon shone clear,
The night was yet;
His helm was silver,
And stake was he;
And the horse he rode
Was of ivory.
***
Hide and Seek
Hide and seek, says the Wind,
In the shade of the wood;
Hide and seek, says the Moon,
To the hazel buds;
Hide and seek, says the Cloud,
Star on to star;
Hide and seek, says the Wave
At the harbour bar;
Hide and seek, says I,
To myself, and step
Out of the dream of Wake
Into the dream of Sleep.
T. East. Hulme
Fall
A touch of common cold in the Autumn nighttime —
I walked away,
And saw the crimson moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did non end to speak, only nodded,
And round about were the contemplative stars
With white faces like town children.
***
The beach
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night)
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth's the very stuff of poetry.
Oh, God, brand small
The quondam star-eaten blanket of the heaven,
That I may fold it circular me and in condolement lie.
Richard Aldington
To Those Who Played for Rubber in Life
I also might accept worn starched cuffs,
Accept gulped my morn meal in haste,
Have clothed myself in dismal staffs
Which prove a sober City taste;
I also might have rocked and craned
In undergrounds for daily news,
And watched my soul grow slowly stained
To eye-course unsightly hues...
I might have earned ten pounds a week!
Richard Church building
The Last Freedom
The blind man, when the skylark shakes
Trill over trill from the blue above,
Stares up and from darkness wakes
Through sockets eloquent with love.
If our defective senses thus
Kindle at glories half-divined,
What of the joy pending us
When decease brings liberty to the mind?
George Barker
Summer Vocal II
Soft is the coolied night, and absurd
These regions where the dreamers rule,
Equally Summertime, in her rose and robe,
Astride the horses of the globe,
Drags, fighting, from the midnight heaven,
The mushroom at whose glance we die.
Philip Larkin
Pour away that youth
That overflows the eye
Into hair and mouth;
Accept the grave'south office,
Tell the bone'south truth.
Throw abroad that youth
That jewel in the head
That bronze in the breath;
Walk with the dead
For fear of expiry.
***
Within the dream you lot said:
Let the states kiss and then,
In this room, in this bed,
But when all's done
We must non meet once again.
Hearing this last give-and-take,
There was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
Every bit cold as my center.
Abode is then sad. Information technology stays every bit it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them dorsum. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no middle to put aside the theft
And plough over again to what information technology started equally,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. Y'all can encounter how it was:
Expect at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
Ted Hughes
Kafka
And he is an owl
He is an owl, "Man" tattooed in his armpit
Under the broken wing
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he barbarous here)
Under the broken wing of huge shadow that twitches across the flooring.
He is a man in hopeless feathers.
Brian Patten
A Talk with a Wood
Moving through you i evening
when you offered shelter to
serenity things soaked in rain
I saw through your thinning branches
the beginnings of suburbs, and
frightened past the rain,
grayness hares running upright in
distant fields, and quite alone in that location
idea of nothing merely my footprints
existence filled, and love, distilled
of people, drifted free, and then
the wood spoke with me.
William Butler Yeats
He Wishes for the Cloths of Sky
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver lite,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the one-half-low-cal,
I would spread the cloths nether your feet:
But I, beingness poor, take only my dreams;
I accept spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
James Joyce
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale greenish glow
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellowish keys,
Her head inclines this mode.
Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list —
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.
***
Simples
O bella bionda,
Sei come l'onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the elementary salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her immature brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.
Walt Whitman
I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nix was greater in that location than the quality of robust love, it led
the residue,
Information technology was seen every hr in the actions of the men of that urban center,
And in all their looks and words.
Emily Dickinson
Which lead the seasons past,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
To invest existence with a stately air
Needs but to remember
That the acorn there
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!
***
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Requite the ane in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
If I couldn't thank you,
Beingness fast comatose,
You will know I'thousand trying
With my Granite lip!
***
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — too?
Then in that location's a pair of the states!
Don't tell! They'd banish us — y'all know!
How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell your name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
***
Eye! We will forget him!
Y'all and I - this evening!
You may forget the
Warmth he gave -
I volition forget the Light!
When you have washed, pray tell me
That I may direct begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The uncomplicated News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me
***
If I can finish ane Middle from breaking
shall not alive in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall non live in Vain.
***
I never saw a Moor —
I never saw the Sea —
Withal know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven —
Notwithstanding sure am I of the spot
Equally if the Checks were given —
Carl Sandburg
Limited
I am riding on a limited express, i of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling beyond the prairie into bluish haze and dark air get
fifteen all-steel coaches property a yard people.
(All the coaches shall be bit and rust and all the men and
women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall laissez passer to
ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he answers:
"Omaha."
***
Prayers of Steel
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen one-time foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Permit me be the bang-up boom property a skyscraper through bluish
nights into white stars.
Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'chiliad going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll just stop to rake the leaves away
(And look to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. — Y'all come up also.
I'g going out to fetch the niggling dogie
That's continuing by the mother. Information technology'southward and then young,
Information technology totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. — You lot come up as well.
***
Fire and Ice
Some say the globe volition terminate in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of want
I agree with those who favor fire.
Only if it had to perish twice,
I call back I know enough of detest
To say that for devastation ice
Is also neat
And would suffice.
Walter Lowenfels
Bulletin from Bert Brecht
And don't think
fine art
is that actor over there
talking
to that other 1
upstage
He's the tertiary one
you don't see
talking
to that other one
you tin't hear
offstage
Langston Hughes
Porter
I must say
Yes, sir,
To you all the time.
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
All my days
Climbing upward a great large mountain
Of yeah, sirs!
Rich old white human being
Owns the world
Gimme yo' shoes
To shine
Yes, sir!
Edward Lear
There was an One-time Man of Dumbree,
Who taught piddling Owls to drinkable Tea;
For he said, "To eat mice
Is non proper or prissy,"
That affable Man of Dumbree.
***
There was on Old Homo of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the dabble,
That affable Homo of the Isles.
Lewis Carroll
There was an eccentric one-time draper,
Who wore a lid made of brown paper,
Information technology went up to a point,
Yet it looked out of articulation,
The crusade of which he said was "vapour."
***
There was once a young man of Oporta,
Who daily got shorter and shorter,
The reason he said
Was the hod on his caput,
Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.
His sister named Lucy O'Finner,
Grew constantly thinner and thinner,
The reason was plain,
She slept out in the pelting,
And was never immune whatsoever dinner.
John Donne
The Expiration
And so, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
Turn thou ghost that way, and permit me turn this,
And allow our selves benight our happiest day,
We ask none leave to beloved; nor volition we owe
Whatever, so cheap a decease, as maxim, Go;
Go; and if that give-and-take have not quite kil'd thee,
Ease me with decease, by behest me go besides.
Oh, if it take, allow my word piece of work on me,
And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it exist too tardily, to kill me so,
Existence double dead, going, and bidding, become.
Maya Angelou
Passing Time
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a sure end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116. Let me not to the wedlock of true minds
Permit me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, beloved is not dear
Which alters when information technology alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-stock-still marker
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bawl,
Whose worth's unknown, although his superlative exist taken.
Beloved'southward not Time'south fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
Dearest alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out fifty-fifty to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth it is in vain you say
"Honey not"—thou sayest it in and then sweetness a manner:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced and so well:
Ah! if that linguistic communication from thy centre arise,
Breathe it less gently forth—and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love—was cured of all abreast—
His folly—pride—and passion—for he died.
William Blake
Epigram
Yous say their Pictures well Painted be,
And yet they are Blockheads you all hold,
Thank God, I never was sent to School
To exist Flogg'd into following the Stile of a Fool.
The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule
Rather than the Perfections of a Fool.
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity'due south sun ascension.
***
All pictures that's panted with sense and with thought
Are panted by madmen, every bit sure every bit a groat;
For the greater the fool is the pencil more blest,
Every bit when they are drunk they always pant best.
They never can Raphael it, Fuseli it, nor Blake information technology;
If they tin't see an outline, pray how tin can they make information technology?
When men volition draw outlines begin you to jaw them;
Madmen see outlines and therefore they draw them.
Wystan Hugh Auden
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was afterwards,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew homo folly like the back of his manus,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Thomas Stearns Eliot
The Boston Evening Transcript
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the current of air like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bong, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, hither is the Boston Evening Transcript."
Oscar Wilde
Theoretikos
This mighty empire hath simply feet of dirt:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our little island is forsake quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
And from its hills that vocalism hath passed away
Which spake of Liberty: O come up out of it,
Come out of information technology my Soul, grand art not fit
For this vile traffic-house, where day by day
Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart,
And the rude people rage with ignorant cries
Against an heritage of centuries.
It mars my calm: wherefore in dreams of Art
And loftiest culture I would stand apart,
Neither for God, nor for his enemies.
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