Light the Fire in My Soul Fan the Flame Make Me Whole Lord You Know Who I Am Fire in My Heart Again
Nosotros present to your attention a selection of breviloquent poems by famous English and American poets. The poems will open the world of nice, tender feelings and philosophical outlook on life, bright cheerful jokes and witty English humor to yous. Curt poems are easy to read and memorize.
George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst non dispel,
How like art 1000 to Joy remember'd well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, simply afar – clear, but oh, how common cold!
Alfred Edward Housman
Information technology nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows in a higher place,
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 not move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for dear.
***
Oh, when I was in love with you,
And then I was clean and brave,
And miles effectually the wonder grew
How well did I bear.
And at present the fancy passes by,
And zero will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
When I came terminal to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight stake,
Ii friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and unhurt.
At present Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come domicile to Ludlow
Among the moonlight pale.
***
Oh on my breast in days future
Lite the globe should lie,
Such weight to conduct is now the air,
And 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 grow
How like this Big Baboon would be
To Mister So-and-So!
Walter de la Mare
The Horseman
I heard a horseman
Ride over the hill;
The moon shone clear,
The dark was all the same;
His captain was silver,
And pale was he;
And the horse he rode
Was of ivory.
***
Hide and Seek
Hide and seek, says the Air current,
In the shade of the woods;
Hide and seek, says the Moon,
To the hazel buds;
Hibernate and seek, says the Cloud,
Star on to star;
Hide and seek, says the Moving ridge
At the harbour bar;
Hide and seek, says I,
To myself, and footstep
Out of the dream of Wake
Into the dream of Slumber.
T. Eastward. Hulme
Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn dark —
I walked abroad,
And saw the cerise moon lean over a hedge
Like a ruby-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 admirer on a cold, biting night)
Once, in finesse of fiddles institute I ecstasy,
In a wink of aureate heels on the difficult pavement.
Now see I
That warmth's the very stuff of poetry.
Oh, God, make modest
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it circular me and in comfort lie.
Richard Aldington
To Those Who Played for Prophylactic in Life
I as well might have worn starched cuffs,
Accept gulped my morning meal in haste,
Have clothed myself in dismal staffs
Which show a sober Metropolis gustatory modality;
I as well might have rocked and craned
In undergrounds for daily news,
And watched my soul abound slowly stained
To center-class unsightly hues...
I might have earned ten pounds a week!
Richard Church
The Last Freedom
The blind homo, 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 united states
When decease brings freedom to the heed?
George Barker
Summer Vocal 2
Soft is the coolied night, and cool
These regions where the dreamers rule,
As Summer, in her rose and robe,
Astride the horses of the earth,
Drags, fighting, from the midnight sky,
The mushroom at whose glance we die.
Philip Larkin
Pour abroad that youth
That overflows the heart
Into hair and oral fissure;
Have the grave's part,
Tell the os's truth.
Throw away that youth
That jewel in the head
That bronze in the jiff;
Walk with the dead
For fear of death.
***
Inside the dream y'all said:
Let united states kiss so,
In this room, in this bed,
Merely when all'southward done
We must non meet again.
Hearing this terminal give-and-take,
There was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
As cold as my center.
Dwelling house is then sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the concluding to go
As if to win them dorsum. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put bated the theft
And turn over again to what it started equally,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen broad. You can come across how it was:
Look 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
Nether the cleaved wing
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he barbarous here)
Under the broken fly of huge shadow that twitches beyond the floor.
He is a human in hopeless feathers.
Brian Patten
A Talk with a Forest
Moving through you one evening
when you lot offered shelter to
tranquillity 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 lonely there
idea of nix but my footprints
existence filled, and love, distilled
of people, drifted free, and then
the woods spoke with me.
William Butler Yeats
He Wishes for the Cloths of Sky
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver calorie-free,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and calorie-free and the half-calorie-free,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
Simply I, beingness poor, have only my dreams;
I accept spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly considering you lot 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 tedious and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they listing —
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.
***
Simples
O bella bionda,
Sei come up l'onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the notwithstanding garden where a child
Gathers the unproblematic salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young 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 residual of the world,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led
the balance,
Information technology was seen every hr in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
Emily Dickinson
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may have the trifle
Termed mortality!
To invest existence with a stately air
Needs but to recollect
That the acorn at that place
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!
***
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the ane in Cherry-red Cravat,
A Memorial nibble.
If I couldn't give thanks you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'one thousand trying
With my Granite lip!
***
I'm Nobody! Who are you lot?
Are you — Nobody — besides?
Then there's a pair of usa!
Don't tell! They'd banish us — you know!
How dreary — to exist — Somebody!
How public — similar a Frog —
To tell your name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
***
Centre! We will forget him!
Yous and I - tonight!
Yous may forget the
Warmth he gave -
I will forget the Light!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
This is my alphabetic character 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 encounter —
For honey of Her — Sweetness — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me
***
If I can terminate one Middle from breaking
shall not live in vain
If I tin ease one Life the Aching
Or absurd one Pain
Or help one 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 —
Nevertheless sure am I of the spot
Every bit if the Checks were given —
Carl Sandburg
Limited
I am riding on a express express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling beyond the prairie into blue haze and dark air go
fifteen all-steel coaches holding a grand 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 human 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 elevator and loosen former foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Shell me and hammer me into a steel fasten.
Bulldoze me into the girders that concur a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Allow me be the great smash holding a skyscraper through bluish
nights into white stars.
Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'm going out to make clean the pasture spring;
I'll but stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
I'one thousand going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the female parent. It'southward so young,
It totters when she licks information technology with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. — Yous come up besides.
***
Burn down and Ice
Some say the earth volition terminate in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know plenty of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Walter Lowenfels
Message from Bert Brecht
And don't think
art
is that actor over there
talking
to that other 1
upstage
He's the third ane
you lot don't see
talking
to that other i
you can't hear
offstage
Langston Hughes
Porter
I must say
Aye, sir,
To you all the time.
Yeah, sir!
Yes, sir!
All my days
Climbing up a great big mount
Of yep, sirs!
Rich old white human being
Owns the world
Gimme yo' shoes
To shine
Yes, sir!
Edward Lear
There was an Quondam Man of Dumbree,
Who taught lilliputian Owls to beverage Tea;
For he said, "To eat mice
Is not proper or prissy,"
That amiable Human of Dumbree.
***
In that location was on Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung loftier dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
Lewis Carroll
At that place was an eccentric old draper,
Who wore a hat fabricated of brown newspaper,
It went up to a point,
Yet it looked out of joint,
The cause 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 sis named Lucy O'Finner,
Grew constantly thinner and thinner,
The reason was manifestly,
She slept out in the rain,
And was never allowed whatever dinner.
John Donne
The Expiration
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
Plough thou ghost that way, and permit me turn this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
Nosotros ask none exit to love; nor will we owe
Whatsoever, and so cheap a expiry, as saying, Go;
Go; and if that discussion accept non quite kil'd thee,
Ease me with decease, past bidding me become also.
Oh, if it have, let my give-and-take work on me,
And a merely part on a murderer exercise.
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, go.
Maya Angelou
Passing Time
Your pare like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain terminate.
The other, the finish of a
sure beginning.
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116. Allow me non to the marriage of true minds
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Acknowledge impediments, beloved is not dear
Which alters when it amending finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-stock-still mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
Information technology is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth'southward unknown, although his height be taken.
Beloved's non Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle'southward compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the border of doom:
If this be fault and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no human ever loved.
Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth information technology is in vain you say
"Dear non"—thou sayest it in so sweet a style:
In vain those words from thee or L. Due east. L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart ascend,
Exhale information technology less gently forth—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 nonetheless they are Blockheads you lot 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 Dominion
Rather than the Perfections of a Fool.
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
Simply he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity'southward sun rise.
***
All pictures that's panted with sense and with idea
Are panted by madmen, as sure as a groat;
For the greater the fool is the pencil more blest,
Equally when they are boozer they always pant all-time.
They never can Raphael it, Fuseli it, nor Blake information technology;
If they tin't encounter an outline, pray how tin can they make it?
When men will draw outlines begin you to jaw them;
Madmen see outlines and therefore they describe them.
Wystan Hugh Auden
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was later on,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly similar the dorsum of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the piffling 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 bell, turning
Wearily, as one would plow 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 but anxiety of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our little isle is forsake quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
And from its hills that vox hath passed away
Which spake of Freedom: O come up out of it,
Come out of it my Soul, thou fine art not fit
For this vile traffic-house, where day past mean solar 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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