Id Do It All Over Again Just to Poems
We present to your attention a selection of laconic poems by famous English language and American poets. The poems will open up the world of nice, tender feelings and philosophical outlook on life, bright cheerful jokes and witty English sense of humour to you. Short poems are easy to read and memorize.
George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful axle glows tremulously far,
That testify'st the darkness yard canst non dispel,
How like art one thousand to Joy call back'd well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms non with its powerless rays;
A dark-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, just distant – articulate, only oh, how cold!
Alfred Edward Housman
It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
The nettle nods, the current of air blows over,
The man, he does non motion,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for dearest.
***
Oh, when I was in dear with y'all,
So I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nada will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself once more.
When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight stake,
Two friends kept pace beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come up home to Ludlow
Among the moonlight pale.
***
Oh on my breast in days future
Lite the earth should prevarication,
Such weight to bear is now the air,
So heavy hangs the sky.
Hilaire Belloc
The Big Baboon
The Big Baboon is establish upon
The plains of Cariboo;
He goes nearly with zippo on
(A shocking thing to exercise.)
But if he dressed respectably
And allow his whiskers grow
How like this Large Birdie would exist
To Mister So-and-So!
Walter de la Mare
The Horseman
I heard a horseman
Ride over the loma;
The moon shone articulate,
The dark was still;
His helm was silver,
And pale was he;
And the equus caballus he rode
Was of ivory.
***
Hide and Seek
Hibernate and seek, says the Current of air,
In the shade of the woods;
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 pace
Out of the dream of Wake
Into the dream of Sleep.
T. Eastward. Hulme
Autumn
A bear upon of common cold in the Fall night —
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a cherry-red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And circular about were the wistful stars
With white faces similar town children.
***
The embankment
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a common cold, bitter dark)
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now run across I
That warmth'due south the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten coating of the sky,
That I may fold information technology round me and in comfort lie.
Richard Aldington
To Those Who Played for Safety in Life
I also might take worn starched cuffs,
Have gulped my morning repast in haste,
Have clothed myself in dismal staffs
Which prove a sober City taste;
I also might take rocked and craned
In undergrounds for daily news,
And watched my soul grow slowly stained
To middle-class unsightly hues...
I might have earned 10 pounds a week!
Richard Church building
The Last Freedom
The blind man, when the skylark shakes
Trill over trill from the blue above,
Stares upward and from darkness wakes
Through sockets eloquent with love.
If our defective senses thus
Kindle at glories half-divined,
What of the joy awaiting us
When death brings liberty to the mind?
George Barker
Summer Song Two
Soft is the coolied nighttime, and cool
These regions where the dreamers dominion,
As Summer, in her rose and robe,
Astride the horses of the globe,
Drags, fighting, from the midnight sky,
The mushroom at whose glance nosotros dice.
Philip Larkin
Cascade away that youth
That overflows the heart
Into hair and mouth;
Take the grave's part,
Tell the bone's truth.
Throw away that youth
That jewel in the head
That bronze in the breath;
Walk with the dead
For fear of death.
***
Within the dream you said:
Let us kiss and then,
In this room, in this bed,
Simply when all's done
Nosotros must not meet again.
Hearing this final discussion,
There was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
As cold as my centre.
Abode is so lamentable. Information technology stays as it was left,
Shaped to the condolement of the terminal to go
Every bit if to win them dorsum. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And plow again to what information technology started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You tin see how it was:
Wait at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the pianoforte stool. That vase.
Ted Hughes
Kafka
And he is an owl
He is an owl, "Man" tattooed in his armpit
Nether the cleaved wing
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he vicious hither)
Under the broken fly 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 one evening
when you lot offered shelter to
quiet things soaked in rain
I saw through your thinning branches
the beginnings of suburbs, and
frightened by the rain,
grayness hares running upright in
distant fields, and quite alone at that place
thought of null but my footprints
being filled, and honey, distilled
of people, drifted free, so
the forest spoke with me.
William Butler Yeats
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver calorie-free,
The blue and the dim and the night cloths
Of night and low-cal and the one-half-low-cal,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
Merely I, existence poor, have 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 bluish,
The lamp fills with a stake green glow
The copse of the artery.
The old pianoforte plays an air,
Sedate and wearisome and gay;
She bends upon the yellowish keys,
Her caput inclines this way.
Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander equally they list —
The twilight turns to darker bluish
With lights of amethyst.
***
Simples
O bella bionda,
Sei come up l'onda!
Of cool sweetness dew and radiance mild
The moon a spider web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the unproblematic salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young forehead
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair every bit the moving ridge is, fair, art thou!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded center for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.
Walt Whitman
I dream'd in a dream I saw a urban center invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the world,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Zip was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led
the rest,
It was seen every hr in the actions of the men of that metropolis,
And in all their looks and words.
Emily Dickinson
Which lead the seasons past,
Needs but to retrieve
That from yous or I,
They may accept the trifle
Termed mortality!
To invest existence with a stately air
Needs simply to remember
That the acorn there
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!
***
If I shouldn't be live
When the Robins come,
Give the ane in Ruddy Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
If I couldn't give thanks you,
Existence fast asleep,
You will know I'k trying
With my Granite lip!
***
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are y'all — Nobody — also?
And then there'due south a pair of the states!
Don't tell! They'd banish the states — yous know!
How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell your name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
***
Heart! Nosotros will forget him!
Y'all and I - tonight!
You may forget the
Warmth he gave -
I will forget the Lite!
When you accept done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
This is my letter to the Globe
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweetness — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me
***
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
shall not alive in vain
If I can ease ane Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help 1 fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.
***
I never saw a Moor —
I never saw the Sea —
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven —
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given —
Carl Sandburg
Limited
I am riding on a limited limited, 1 of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blueish haze and dark air get
fifteen all-steel coaches property a chiliad people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men and
women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to
ashes.)
I ask a homo 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.
Allow me pry loose old walls.
Let me elevator and loosen former foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat out me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that agree a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the primal girders.
Let me be the groovy boom belongings a skyscraper through bluish
nights into white stars.
Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'm going out to make clean the pasture spring;
I'll merely end to rake the leaves abroad
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. — You come up too.
I'1000 going out to fetch the little calf
That'due south standing past the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'northward't exist gone long. — You lot come also.
***
Fire and Water ice
Some say the world will end in burn,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I concur with those who favor burn down.
But if it had to perish twice,
I recall I know enough of detest
To say that for devastation ice
Is too great
And would suffice.
Walter Lowenfels
Message from Bert Brecht
And don't think
art
is that actor over there
talking
to that other one
upstage
He's the third one
you lot don't come across
talking
to that other 1
y'all tin can't hear
offstage
Langston Hughes
Porter
I must say
Yes, sir,
To you all the fourth dimension.
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
All my days
Climbing upwardly a great big mountain
Of yes, sirs!
Rich old white man
Owns the globe
Gimme yo' shoes
To shine
Yes, sir!
Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Dumbree,
Who taught footling Owls to drink Tea;
For he said, "To eat mice
Is non proper or nice,"
That amiable Human of Dumbree.
***
There was on Old Man of the Isles,
Whose confront was pervaded with smiles;
He sung loftier dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That affable Man of the Isles.
Lewis Carroll
There was an eccentric old draper,
Who wore a lid made of brown paper,
It went up to a point,
Yet it looked out of joint,
The cause of which he said was "vapour."
***
There was once a beau of Oporta,
Who daily got shorter and shorter,
The reason he said
Was the hod on his head,
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 allowed any dinner.
John Donne
The Expiration
So, so, break off this concluding lamenting buss,
Which sucks ii souls, and vapors both away,
Turn yard ghost that fashion, and let me plough this,
And allow our selves benight our happiest 24-hour interval,
We ask none leave to love; nor will nosotros owe
Whatsoever, then cheap a death, every bit maxim, Go;
Go; and if that discussion have not quite kil'd thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
Oh, if it have, let my word work on me,
And a only part on a murderer practice.
Except it be too late, to kill me and then,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, go.
Maya Angelou
Passing Time
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
I paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
certain beginning.
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116. Allow me not to the marriage of truthful minds
Permit me not to the union of true minds
Acknowledge impediments, honey is not dear
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, information technology is an e'er-fixed marking
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'band bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Beloved'south not Time'south fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Inside his bending sickle'south compass come,
Love alters non with his cursory hours and weeks,
Simply bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this exist error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no homo ever loved.
Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth it is in vain y'all say
"Honey not"—yard sayest it in so sweet a fashion:
In vain those words from thee or L. East. L.
Zantippe'south talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy centre arise,
Breathe information technology less gently along—and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love—was cured of all beside—
His folly—pride—and passion—for he died.
William Blake
Epigram
You say their Pictures well Painted exist,
And nevertheless they are Blockheads you all agree,
Thank God, I never was sent to Schoolhouse
To be Flogg'd into following the Stile of a Fool.
The Errors of a Wise Man brand 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 every bit it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
***
All pictures that'due south panted with sense and with thought
Are panted by madmen, equally certain as a groat;
For the greater the fool is the pencil more blest,
As when they are boozer they always pant best.
They never tin Raphael information technology, Fuseli it, nor Blake it;
If they tin't see an outline, pray how tin can they make it?
When men will depict outlines brainstorm you to jaw them;
Madmen come across outlines and therefore they draw them.
Wystan Hugh Auden
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his mitt,
And was profoundly 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 wind 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 mountain the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as 1 would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the terminate of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."
Oscar Wilde
Theoretikos
This mighty empire hath but anxiety of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our lilliputian island is forsake quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
And from its hills that voice hath passed away
Which spake of Liberty: O come up out of information technology,
Come up out of it my Soul, thou art not fit
For this vile traffic-house, where solar day by twenty-four hours
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 Fine art
And loftiest civilisation I would stand up apart,
Neither for God, nor for his enemies.
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