The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song, To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids, Delight no more – O thou, my voice inspire, Who touched Isaiah’s hallowed lips with fire! Rapt into future times […]
The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) He said, and pass’d with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul’s far dearer part; At home he sought her, but he sought in vain: She, with one maid of all her menial train, Had thence retir’d; and, with her second joy, The young Astyanax, the […]
The Dunciad: Book IV poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night! Of darkness visible so much be lent, As half to show, half veil, the deep intent. Ye pow’rs! whose mysteries restor’d I sing, To whom time bears me on his rapid wing, Suspend […]
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 […]
The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shone Henley’s gilt tub, or Flecknoe’s Irish throne, Or that where on her Curlls the public pours, All-bounteous, fragrant grains and golden showers, Great Cibber sate: the proud Parnassian sneer, The conscious simper, and the jealous leer, Mix on his look: […]
The Dunciad: Book I. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, her instruments the great! Called to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate; You by whose care, in vain decried and cursed, Still Dunce the second reigns like […]
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command, Can Phaon’s eyes forget his Sappho’s hand? Must then her name the wretched writer prove, To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose, The Lute neglected, and the Lyric muse; Love […]
Ode on St. Cecilia’s Day poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the sounding lyre! In a sadly-pleasing strain Let the warbling lute complain: Let the loud trumpet sound, ‘Till the roofs all around The shrill echo’s rebound: While in more […]
Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us (since Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate(2) free o’er all this scene of Man; A mighty maze! but […]
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man; A mighty […]
The Scythians poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Block – Alexandre Block – Alexandr Blok – Александр Блок (1880-1921) You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations Are as the sands upon the sounding shore. We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians! Try to wage war with us-you’ll try no more! You’ve had whole centuries. We-a single […]
The Wizard Way poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) [Dedicated to General J.C.F. Fuller] Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride […]
The Priestess of Panormita poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, joyful endeavour. Hear me, O lily-white goat! O crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for Thy throat, A scarlet bow for Thy horns! […]
The Hawk and the Babe poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) [Dedicated to Raymond Radclyffe] I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond the starry fold, Where a darkling orb is rolled. There, beneath a grove of yew, Plays a babe. Should I despise Such a foam of gold, and […]
The Garden of Janus poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep’s dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings […]
Long Odds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities afar Beneath the threshold of the Infinite. How is it that will all that space to roam I should have found this mote that spins and leaps In […]
Linoz Isidoz poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! O son of my bowels to the Lord of Light! O man of mine that hast covered me From the shame of my virginity! Where art thou? Is it […]
La Gitana poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil, In the pleasuance of the roses with […]
Hymn to Pan poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan . Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards And […]
Dionysus poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And life for every one. Ye shall dance on hill and level; Ye shall sing in hollow and height In the festal mystical revel, The rapurous Bacchanal rite! The rocks […]
Ave Adonai poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) [Dedicated to G. M. Marston] Pale as the night that pales In the dawn’s pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, with my dove’s breast Shuddering, a god its bitter guest- Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermillion ? Am I not wholly […]
Arhan poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms dance With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with the bloom Of the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley’s gloom : Then […]
Standardization
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page Of fatuous, flatulent, Sunday-paper prose; Whenever the green aesthete starts to whoop With horror at the house not made with hands And when […]
Conquistador
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man in a little way, He had in him some seed of enterprise. Each day he caught the seven-thirty train To work, watered his […]
Australia
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws Of Sphinx demolished or stone lion worn away. They call her a young country, but they lie: She is the […]
The Reef poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) My green aquarium of phantom fish, Goggling in on me through the misty panes; My rotting leaves and fields spongy with rains; My few clear quiet autumn days–I wish I could leave all, clearness and mistiness; Sodden or goldenly crystal, all too still. Yes, and I […]
Virginibus Puerisque
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life’s romance, nor puts above All life’s necessities the need to love, Nor counts his greatest wealth what Beauty gives. But sometime on an afternoon in spring, When dandelions dot the fields with gold, And under rustling […]
Paris
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the paths That lead the heart unto the heart’s delight. . . . Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days When there’s no lovelier prize the world displays […]
Virginibus Puerisque
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life’s romance, nor puts above All life’s necessities the need to love, Nor counts his greatest wealth what Beauty gives. But sometime on an afternoon in spring, When dandelions dot the fields with gold, And under rustling […]
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 […]
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 […]
An Ode To Antares
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills Clamor from every copse and orchard-side, I watched the red star rising in the East, And while his fellows of the flaming sign From prisoning […]
To Sayf Al Dawla
A poem by Alan Dugan by Al Mutanabbi Resolutions are measured against those who make them; generosity in accordance with the giver. *** Littleness is magnified by small men, while grandeur is deprecated by the great. *** Sayf al-Dawla imposes upon the army his will, yet seasoned armies […]
A Young Soul
A poem by Alan Dugan by Al Mutanabbi A young soul in my ageing body plays, Though time’s sharp blades my weary visage raze. *** Hard biter in a toothless mouth is she, The will may wane, but she a winner stays. *** Spare me to win glory’s […]
Peace Or Glory
by Akshay Raja A haunted dream reeling in My bloodshot eyes on the prowl With hours of darkness reeling in Should I dream or do howl? Streaming nests of bats flock in None to ask, just can scream With my scream so good will cost these thin A penny more for […]
Tablet
As the dark cloud passed, I in the crimson shadow of the moon viewed the square and the streets an octopus stretching a languid leg in every direction toward a black swamp. And on the cold cobblestones a crowd stood, so many and in the midst a prolonged aticipation bordering on despair and weariness. […]
Playing With Big Numbers
by Ajmer Rode The human mind is essentially qualitative. As you know, we are easily excited by pinks and purples, triangles and circles and we endlessly argue over true and false, right and wrong. But quantitative analyses rarely touch our souls. Numbers were invented mainly by men to trick each other. […]
Love
by Ainne Frances dela Cruz Lion-like this mane of hair he combs for dandruff man- -this must be love. Strangeroad.com Copyright ©: 2011 Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links […]
I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror
by Agha Shahid Ali By dark the world is once again intact, Or so the mirrors, wiped clean, try to reason. . . –James Merrill This dream of water–what does it harbor? I see Argentina and Paraguay under a curfew of glass, their colors breaking, like oil. The night in Uruguay […]
The Vision Of Cassandra
A poem by Aeschylus (c. 525 – c. 456 Before Christ ) CASSANDRA Phoebus Apollo! CHORUS Hark! The lips at last unlocking. CASSANDRA Phoebus! Phoebus! CHORUS Well, what of Phoebus, maiden? though a name ‘Tis but disparagement to call upon In misery. CASSANDRA Apollo! Apollo! Again! Oh, the burning arrow through the brain! Phoebus […]