Even Before a Word Is on My Tongue You Search Me and You Know Me My Rising and Resting
Nosotros present to your attention a selection of breviloquent poems by famous English and American poets. The poems will open the world of prissy, tender feelings and philosophical outlook on life, vivid cheerful jokes and witty English sense of humor to you. Short poems are like shooting fish in a barrel to read and memorize.
George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose bawling beam glows tremulously far,
That bear witness'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou 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, but afar – clear, but oh, how cold!
Alfred Edward Housman
It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows to a higher place,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for dearest.
The nettle nods, the air current blows over,
The man, he does non move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for dearest.
***
Oh, when I was in beloved with yous,
Then I was make clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I conduct.
And now the fancy passes past,
And nada will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
When I came last to Ludlow
Amongst the moonlight stake,
2 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 home to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight stake.
***
Oh on my breast in days futurity
Light the earth should lie,
Such weight to bear is at present the air,
And then heavy hangs the sky.
Hilaire Belloc
The Big Baboon
The Large Baboon is establish upon
The plains of Cariboo;
He goes nigh with nothing on
(A shocking thing to do.)
But if he dressed respectably
And let his whiskers grow
How similar this Large Birdie would be
To Mister And so-and-And so!
Walter de la Mare
The Horseman
I heard a horseman
Ride over the hill;
The moon shone clear,
The night was still;
His helm was silverish,
And pale was he;
And the horse he rode
Was of ivory.
***
Hibernate and Seek
Hide and seek, says the Current of air,
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;
Hibernate and seek, says the Wave
At the harbour bar;
Hibernate and seek, says I,
To myself, and pace
Out of the dream of Wake
Into the dream of Slumber.
T. E. Hulme
Fall
A impact of cold in the Autumn night —
I walked abroad,
And saw the red moon lean over a hedge
Like a cherry-red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, merely nodded,
And round almost were the wistful stars
With white faces like boondocks children.
***
The embankment
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter dark)
One time, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a wink of gold heels on the difficult pavement.
Now run across I
That warmth'south the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, brand small
The one-time star-eaten coating of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
Richard Aldington
To Those Who Played for Safety in Life
I also might accept worn starched cuffs,
Have gulped my morning repast in haste,
Accept 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 middle-class unsightly hues...
I might have earned ten pounds a week!
Richard Church building
The Terminal Freedom
The blind man, when the skylark shakes
Trill over trill from the bluish above,
Stares upward and from darkness wakes
Through sockets eloquent with love.
If our lacking senses thus
Kindle at glories one-half-divined,
What of the joy awaiting us
When death brings liberty to the mind?
George Barker
Summer Vocal Ii
Soft is the coolied dark, and cool
These regions where the dreamers rule,
As Summer, in her rose and robe,
Astride the horses of the world,
Drags, fighting, from the midnight sky,
The mushroom at whose glance we die.
Philip Larkin
Pour away that youth
That overflows the heart
Into hair and mouth;
Take the grave's function,
Tell the os'due south truth.
Throw away that youth
That jewel in the head
That bronze in the breath;
Walk with the dead
For fearfulness of death.
***
Within the dream yous said:
Let us kiss then,
In this room, in this bed,
Merely when all's done
We must not meet again.
Hearing this last word,
In that location was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
As cold as my middle.
Habitation is so pitiful. Information technology stays as information technology 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 heart to put bated the theft
And turn again to what information technology started every bit,
A joyous shot at how things ought to exist,
Long fallen wide. You tin see how it was:
Wait 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 cleaved wing
(Stunned past the wall of glare, he cruel here)
Nether the broken wing of huge shadow that twitches across the floor.
He is a man in hopeless feathers.
Brian Patten
A Talk with a Wood
Moving through you 1 evening
when you offered shelter to
tranquillity things soaked in rain
I saw through your thinning branches
the ancestry of suburbs, and
frightened by the pelting,
greyness hares running upright in
afar fields, and quite alone there
thought of nothing simply my footprints
existence filled, and beloved, distilled
of people, drifted gratis, so
the woods spoke with me.
William Butler Yeats
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gilded and silvery low-cal,
The bluish and the dim and the night cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths nether your anxiety:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams nether your feet;
Tread softly considering you tread on my dreams.
James Joyce
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blueish,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thoughts and grave broad 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 simple salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Off-white every bit the wave is, fair, art grand!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded middle 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 residue of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nix was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led
the rest,
Information technology was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that metropolis,
And in all their looks and words.
Emily Dickinson
Which atomic number 82 the seasons by,
Needs simply to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
To invest existence with a stately air
Needs but to think
That the acorn there
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!
***
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Blood-red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
If I couldn't give thanks you,
Being fast comatose,
Yous will know I'thousand trying
With my Granite lip!
***
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — too?
Then at that place'due south a pair of united states!
Don't tell! They'd banish us — y'all know!
How dreary — to exist — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell your proper name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
***
Heart! We volition forget him!
Yous and I - tonight!
You may forget the
Warmth he gave -
I will forget the Light!
When yous accept done, pray tell me
That I may directly begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
This is my letter to the Earth
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty
Her Bulletin is committed
To Hands I cannot run into —
For love of Her — Sweetness — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me
***
If I tin stop i Heart from breaking
shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or absurd ane 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 —
Nonetheless certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given —
Carl Sandburg
Limited
I am riding on a express express, 1 of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling beyond the prairie into blue haze and dark air become
fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap 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 old foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel fasten.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Have red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue
nights into white stars.
Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'g going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll just stop to rake the leaves abroad
(And wait to sentinel the water articulate, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
I'chiliad going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing past the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'northward't be gone long. — Y'all come too.
***
Fire and Water ice
Some say the world volition cease in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if information technology had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of detest
To say that for devastation water ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Walter Lowenfels
Message from Bert Brecht
And don't remember
art
is that actor over there
talking
to that other i
upstage
He's the third ane
you don't see
talking
to that other i
you can't hear
offstage
Langston Hughes
Porter
I must say
Yeah, sir,
To you all the time.
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
All my days
Climbing up a great big mountain
Of yes, sirs!
Rich one-time white homo
Owns the world
Gimme yo' shoes
To shine
Yes, sir!
Edward Lear
In that location was an Former Human of Dumbree,
Who taught little Owls to beverage Tea;
For he said, "To eat mice
Is not proper or prissy,"
That affable Man of Dumbree.
***
There was on Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face up was pervaded with smiles;
He sung loftier dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
Lewis Carroll
There was an eccentric old draper,
Who wore a hat made of brownish newspaper,
Information technology went up to a point,
Yet it looked out of joint,
The cause of which he said was "vapour."
***
In that location was once a young human 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 whatsoever dinner.
John Donne
The Expiration
So, so, suspension off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both abroad,
Turn thou ghost that way, and let me plough this,
And permit our selves benight our happiest mean solar day,
We ask none leave to beloved; nor volition we owe
Whatever, then cheap a death, every bit proverb, Go;
Go; and if that give-and-take have non quite kil'd thee,
Ease me with decease, by bidding me become too.
Oh, if information technology take, let my word work on me,
And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it exist too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and behest, go.
Maya Angelou
Passing Time
Your skin similar dawn
Mine similar musk
One paints the first
of a certain stop.
The other, the end of a
sure commencement.
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116. Allow me not to the marriage of true minds
Let me not to the spousal relationship of true minds
Admit impediments, love is non dear
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man e'er loved.
Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth information technology is in vain y'all say
"Dearest not"—m sayest it in then sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe'south talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe 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 lot say their Pictures well Painted be,
And nevertheless they are Blockheads y'all all agree,
Thank God, I never was sent to School
To be Flogg'd into following the Stile of a Fool.
The Errors of a Wise Man make your Dominion
Rather than the Perfections of a Fool.
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
Merely he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's lord's day rising.
***
All pictures that'south panted with sense and with thought
Are panted by madmen, as sure as a groat;
For the greater the fool is the pencil more blessed,
As when they are drunk they always pant all-time.
They never can Raphael it, Fuseli it, nor Blake it;
If they can't see an outline, pray how tin they make it?
When men volition draw outlines brainstorm you to jaw them;
Madmen see outlines and therefore they depict them.
Wystan Hugh Auden
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was later,
And the poetry he invented was piece of cake to sympathize;
He knew man folly like 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 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 plough to nod adept-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were fourth dimension and he at the finish of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, hither is the Boston Evening Transcript."
Oscar Wilde
Theoretikos
This mighty empire hath just feet of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our footling isle is abdicate quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
And from its hills that voice hath passed away
Which spake of Freedom: O come up out of it,
Come out of it my Soul, chiliad fine art not fit
For this vile traffic-business firm, where day by 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 autonomously,
Neither for God, nor for his enemies.
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