In the Nower poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
To J. De P. Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a cloudless sky, Around me all is still: There is no breath, no sound, no stir, The drowsy peace to break: I close my tired eyes–it were So simple not to wake. Amy […]
In the Night poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro’ all the weary days than this! This is no dream, my heart kept on repeating, But sober certainty of waking bliss. Dreams? O, I know their faces — goodly seeming, Vaporous, whirled on many-coloured wings; I have had dreams before, this is […]
In the Mile End Road poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My only love to meet! Whose else that motion and that mien? Whose else that airy tread? For one strange moment I forgot My only love was dead. Amy LevyAmy Levy […]
In the Black Forest poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of blue. I shut my eyes, and a fancy Fluttered my sense around: “I lie here dead and buried, And this is churchyard ground. “I am at rest for ever; Ended the stress […]
In September poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
The sky is silver-grey; the long Slow waves caress the shore.– On such a day as this I have been glad, Who shall be glad no more. Amy LevyAmy Levy (1861 – 1889) was a Victorian era poetess and prose author who wrote in English in the second half of the […]
In a Minor Key poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; Ev’ry smile was a gem you wore; Ev’ry word was a sweet song sung. You came–all my pulses burn’d and beat. (O sweet wild throbs of an early day!) You went–with the […]
Impotens poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
If I were a woman of old, What prayers I would pray for you, dear; My pitiful tribute behold– Not a prayer, but a tear. The pitiless order of things, Whose laws we may change not nor break, Alone I could face it–it wrings My heart for your sake. Amy […]
Felo de Se poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled in vain; I am held in the Circle of Being and caught in the Circle of Pain. I was wan and weary with life ; my sick soul yearned for death; I was weary […]
Contradictions poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Now, even, I cannot think it true, My friend, that there is no more you. Almost as soon were no more I, Which were, of course, absurdity! Your place is bare, you are not seen, Your grave, I’m told, is growing green; And both for you and me, you know, There’s no Above and […]
Christopher Found poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so long, I sought in vain In many cities, many lands, With straining eyes and groping hands; The people marvelled at my pain. They said: “But sure, the woman’s mad; What ails her, we […]
Captivity poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
The lion remembers the forest, The lion in chains; To the bird that is captive a vision Of woodland remains. One strains with his strength at the fetter, In impotent rage; One flutters in flights of a moment, And beats at the cage. If the lion were loosed from the fetter, To […]
Cambridge in the Long poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Where drowsy sound of college-chimes Across the air is blown, And drowsy fragrance of the limes, I lie and dream alone. A dazzling radiance reigns o’er all– O’er gardens densely green, O’er old grey bridges and the small, Slow flood which slides between. This is the place; it is not strange, But […]
Borderland poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro’ the pane, I am aware Of an unseen presence hovering, Round, above, in the dusky air: A downy bird, with an odorous wing, That fans my forehead, and sheds perfume, As sweet as love, as soft as death, Drowsy-slow through […]
Between the Showers poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Between the showers I went my way, The glistening street was bright with flowers; It seemed that March had turned to May Between the showers. Above the shining roofs and towers The blue broke forth athwart the grey; Birds carolled in their leafless bowers. Hither and tither, swift and gay, The people […]
Ballade of a Special Edition poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
He comes; I hear him up the street– Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet, His hoarse note scares the eventide. Of slaughter, theft, and suicide He is the herald and the friend; Now he vociferates with pride– A double murder in Mile End! A hanging to his […]
At Dawn poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was filled With your presence; in my heart The strife was stilled. All night I have dreamed of you; Now the morn is grey.– How shall I arise and face The empty day? Amy LevyAmy Levy (1861 – 1889) was […]
At a Dinner Party poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain–could one expect So dull a world to know? You look across the fruit and flowers, My glance your glances find.– It is our secret, only ours, Since all the world is blind. Amy LevyAmy […]
A Wall Flower poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My spirit rises to the music’s beat; There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet! To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet. Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here, In other […]
A Reminiscence poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, The little chamber, narrow and tall. Perseus; your picture in its frame; (How near they seem and yet how far!) The blaze of kindled logs; the flame Of tulips in a mighty jar. […]
A Prayer poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Since that I may not have Love on this side the grave, Let me imagine Love. Since not mine is the bliss Of ‘claspt hands and lips that kiss,’ Let me in dreams it prove. What tho’ as the years roll No soul shall melt to my soul, Let me conceive such thing; Tho’ […]
A March Day in London poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. ‘Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire, Of cold despair and of hot desire, Which chills the flesh to aches and pains, And sends a fever through all the veins. From end to end, […]
A London Plane-Tree poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
Green is the plane-tree in the square, The other trees are brown; They droop and pine for country air; The plane-tree loves the town. Here from my garret-pane, I mark The plane-tree bud and blow, Shed her recuperative bark, And spread her shade below. Among her branches, in and out, The city […]
A June-Tide Echo poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
(After a Richter Concert.) In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, And the keen blast blew through the city drear, When delight had fled from the night and the day, My chill heart whispered, ” June will be here! ” June with its roses a-sway in the sun, Its […]
A Greek Girl poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long day in my sad heart I bear; The horrid sun with all unpitying glare Shines down into the dreary weaving-room, Where clangs the ceaseless clatter of the loom, And ceaselessly deft maiden-fingers weave The […]
A Farewell poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
(After Heine.) The sad rain falls from Heaven, A sad bird pipes and sings ; I am sitting here at my window And watching the spires of “King’s.” O fairest of all fair places, Sweetest of all sweet towns! With the birds, and the greyness and greenness, And the men in caps […]
A Cross-Road Epitaph poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
“Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um.” When first the world grew dark to me I call’d on God, yet came not he. Whereon, as wearier wax’d my lot, On Love I call’d, but Love came not. When a worse evil did befall, Death, on thee only did I call. […]
Joe Biden’s Torment
The Villanelle Of The Wine Joe Biden couldn’t stop thinking about the wine It was just so full-bodied and, unlike him, so mature Besides he stole the elections, the old swine He was a Zionist puppet of a laughable design The Swine had to calm himself with an allure Of greatness but couldn’t stop thinking […]
An Insolent Jew
An Insolent Jew A Limerick There once was a Jew who stole. Who had an evil soul. The creature was unclean, Misanthropic and mean, And like all Jews he was an asshole. Fledermauswww.poetry.monster
Montefiore poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
I SAW-‘t was in a dream, the other night- A man whose hair with age was thin and white; One hundred years had bettered by his birth, And still his step was firm, his eye was bright. Before him and about him pressed a crowd. Each head in reverence was bared and bowed, […]
On Beer
Be it Pilsner or IPA Drink before it’s gotten stale If the stuff is German lager Know that lager is a camp And unless you’re a beer blogger German camps tend to be quite damp And let’s be honest, frank and bold They don’t serve there apple juice Those places can even turn quite cold […]
Knowing God Part 1 – Finding God, Knowing Him, and Doing His Works
[ad_1] This message was preached in Nyagatare, north eastern Rwanda on May 3rd, 2005. Thank you for your very warm welcome. In the evening of last night Bishop Bernard Munanira and his wife and others were sitting around the table talking about what we might do today? The bishop recommended that I do some teaching […]
The Dawn Of American Literature
[ad_1] Let us talk about American Literature today. It is one of my favourite subjects. American literature has a several aspects. It forms complicated yet valid viewpoints. Various races are described but you cannot study just one of them. There are whites, Irish, British, and Jews. All of them are born and bought up in […]
Robert Burns: Ode On The Departed Regency Bill:
Ode On The Departed Regency Bill 1789 Type: Ode Daughter of Chaos’ doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of sepulture now duly paid) Spread abroad its hideous form On the roaring civil storm, Deafening din and warring rage Factions wild with factions wage; Or […]
The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept, And the first lay as yet in silence slept, A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre To notes of wail and accents warm with fire; Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain, And him who sobbed in pentametric pain; To which […]
The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period But in her Temple’s last recess inclos’d, On Dulness’ lap th’ Anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Cimmerian dew. Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only […]
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Not with more glories, in th’ etherial plain, The sun first rises o’er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams Launch’d on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fair nymphs, and well-dress’d youths around her […]
The Rape of the Lock poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am’rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing — This Verse to C—, Muse! is due; This, ev’n Belinda may vouchfafe to view: Slight is the Subject, but […]
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Not with more glories, in th’ etherial plain, The sun first rises o’er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams Launch’d on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fair nymphs, and well-dress’d youths around her shone, But ev’ry eye was fix’d on her alone. On […]
The Rape of the Lock poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am’rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing — This Verse to C—, Muse! is due; This, ev’n Belinda may vouchfafe to view: Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise, If She inspire, and He approve […]
The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) But in her Temple’s last recess inclos’d, On Dulness’ lap th’ Anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Cimmerian dew. Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only heads refin’d from Reason know. Hence, from the straw where […]