To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period I. In beauty, or wit, No mortal as yet To question your empire has dared: But men of discerning Have thought that in learning To yield to a lady was hard. II. Impertinent schools, With musty dull rules, […]
Our Soul’s Gestation
by Alexa Shelby Each vessel is an apple: Round, annular and beaming exuding empathy, caliber. Full to the brim, to the core unsure of how to grow. Only anticipating the ceaseless picking – Imagine such an aimless existence! Whole and uncorrupted, permanently cherished; And momentarily loved by all […]
The Deserted Garden
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on either hand And fed by many an olive-darkened lane The high-road mounts, and thence a silver band Through vineyard slopes above and rolling grain, Winds off to that dim […]
Sonnet Xvi Who Shall Invoke Her
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay? On some green headland fronting to the East Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day. Naked, uplifting in a laden tray New milk and honey and sweet-tinctured wine, Not without […]
Rendezvous
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air– I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may […]
I Have A Rendezvous With Death
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into […]
Fragments
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. Radiant eyes Were my life’s warmth and sunshine, outspread arms My gilded deep horizons. I rejoiced In yielding to all amorous influence And multiple impulsion of the flesh, To […]
Eudaemon
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) O happiness, I know not what far seas, Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround, That thus in Music’s wistful harmonies And concert of sweet sound A rumor steals, from some uncertain shore, Of lovely things outworn or gladness yet in store: Whether thy beams be pitiful […]
The Deserted Garden
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on either hand And fed by many an olive-darkened lane The high-road mounts, and thence a silver band Through vineyard slopes above and rolling grain, Winds off to that dim […]
Sonnet Xvi Who Shall Invoke Her
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay? On some green headland fronting to the East Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day. Naked, uplifting in a laden tray New milk and honey and sweet-tinctured wine, Not without […]
Rendezvous
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air– I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may […]
After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I […]
The Apple Trees at Olema by Robert Hass
They are walking in the woods along the coast and in a grassy meadow, wasting, they come upon two old neglected apple trees. Moss thickened every bough and the wood of the limbs looked rotten but the trees were wild with blossom and a green fire of small new leaves flickered even on the deadest […]
Like The Sweet Apple by Sappho
Like the sweet apple that reddens At end of the bough– Far end of the bough– Left by the gatherer’s swaying, Forgotten, so thou. Nay, not forgotten, ungotten, Ungathered (till now). ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository […]
Drapple-thorned Aphrodite, by Sappho
Dapple-throned Aphrodite, eternal daughter of God, snare-knitter! Don’t, I beg you, cow my heart with grief! Come, as once when you heard my far- off cry and, listening, stepped from your father’s house to your gold car, to yoke the pair whose beautiful thick-feathered wings oaring down mid-air from heaven carried you to light swiftly […]
Apple-Blossoms by Will McKendree Carleton
Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover. Round them danced the sunbeams bright, Green the grass-lawn stretched before them; While the apple-blossoms white Hung in rich profusion o’er them. Naught within her eyes he read That would tell her mind unto him; […]
Teaken In Apples by William Barnes
We took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eächèn backs A-stoopèn down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ prim, An’ dumpy Nan, an’ Poll so sly; An’ dapper Tom, an’ loppèn Jim, An’ little Dick, an’ Fan, an’ I. […]
At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804 by William Wordsworth
BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rear A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell, On favoured ground, thy gift, where I might dwell In neighbourhood with One to me most dear, That undivided we from year to year Might work in our high Calling-a bright hope To which our fancies, mingling, gave free […]
Winter Apples by Tatiana Gusarova, translated by Fledermaus
Tatiana Gusarova, Winter Apples, Unrhymed edited translation, © Fledermaus, Poetry Monster, 2021 Sunny, fine It’s been a long day. The whole family on skis Got out into the woods. Suddenly a three-year-old Vovka 1 Says to his mother: “Look, oh miracle! An apple is hanging Over there on Christmas tree!” And I looked to the […]