O Why Do You Walk poem – A. E. Housman
O why do you walk through the fields in boots, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman whom nobody shoots, Why do you walk through the fields in boots, When the grass is soft as the breast of coots And shivering-sweet to the touch? Alfred Edward HousemanAlfred Edward Housman (1859-1936) was […]
Along the field as we came poem – A. E. Housman
ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. ‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed, But she […]
Tell Me
Tell Me by Alex Gross Email Share Don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to talk to you. I know what you’re feeling, But I don’t know what is Going on in your head. Please tell me. It’s obvious I’ve upset you, So don’t pretend I haven’t. […]
Intruder
Intruder by Alex Gross Email Share Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She […]
The Melancholy of Birth
by Alissia Lyons In white beds by white walls a fresh candle flickers as it rises and as it stalls and the baby turned to its side a heart born on a sleeve with no place to hide and if there’s one thing it doesn’t need that’s another life to lead […]
Stalker poem – Alice Notley
The light so thick nothing’s visible, cognoscenti I knew them, stupid apes. Real apes know more Before we said apes. I know how to be you bet- ter?—?a stupid voice. You must find a mind to respect?—?why? There was someone with ear buds, speaking gibberish who wouldn’t stop walking beside me; freckle-spattered. I had […]
Not my poem
by Alicja Kuberska I wrote a few words and tied them permanently. Reflections and emotions created an immaterial line. I uttered the last sentence, and he flew like a zephyr. He kissed my lips lightly and left, he walked away to strangers. He slipped into their eyes, where the tears are born. […]
My Sad Self poem – Allen Ginsberg
To Frank O’Hara Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my world, Manhattan- my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in, lofts, beds, coldwater flats -on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind, its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men walking the […]
Mugging (I) poem – Allen Ginsberg
I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk- Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors Walked under black painted fire escapes, giant castiron plate covering a hole in ground […]
Millions of Us poem – Alice Notley
Purportedly a chain of civilians, soldiers, voices lice they were called. It is sometimes sufficient to beg Lice creeping over one, kill them with a chemical; then there are lice-ghosts everywhere. Glints of pearly nails. The light of my beloved will keep me from noticing. Trailer to keep her in; he asked me if I […]
Before you knew you owned it poem – Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger Than your own small heart Or greater than a star; Tame wild disappointment With caress unmoved and […]
Tell Me
by Alex Gross Don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to talk to you. I know what you’re feeling, But I don’t know what is Going on in your head. Please tell me. It’s obvious I’ve upset you, So don’t pretend I haven’t. I know you well enough To know when […]
Intruder
by Alex Gross Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She goes on her merry way. Along […]
The Water-Nymph poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies and eternal fast. Already with a humble shovel The elder dug himself a grave – As, calling saints to bless his hovel, Death; […]
The Flower poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation A flower; shrivelled, bare of fragrance, Forgotten on a page; I see, And instantly my soul awakens, Filled with an aimless reverie: When did it bloom? the last spring? earlier? How long? Where was it plucked? By whom? By foreign hands? or […]
The Coming Of Winter poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation _Stanzas from “Onegin”_ Our Northern Winter’s fickle Summer, Than Southern Winter scarce more bland– Is undeniably withdrawing On fleeting footsteps from the land. Soon will the Autumn dim the heavens, The light of sunbeams rarer grown– Already every day is shorter, While […]
Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Stormy clouds delirious straying, Showers of whirling snowflakes white, And the pallid moonbeams waning– Sad the heavens, sad the night! Further speeds the sledge, and further, Loud the sleighbell’s melody, Grewsome, frightful ’tis becoming, ‘Mid these snow fields now to be! Hasten! […]
Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Stormy clouds delirious straying, Showers of whirling snowflakes white, And the pallid moonbeams waning– Sad the heavens, sad the night! Further speeds the sledge, and further, Loud the sleighbell’s melody, Grewsome, frightful ’tis becoming, ‘Mid these snow fields now to be! Hasten! […]
Confession (to Alina Osipova, 1826) poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation I love you; though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy – Yet to this shameless, hapless folly I’ll be confessing at your feet. It ill becomes me: that I’m older, Time I should be more sensible… And yet the […]
Boris Godunov poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation A Drama in Verse DRAMATIS PERSONAE BORIS GODUNOV, afterwards Tsar. PRINCE SHUISKY, Russian noble. PRINCE VOROTINSKY, Russian noble. SHCHELKALOV, Russian Minister of State. FATHER PIMEN, an old monk and chronicler. GREGORY OTREPIEV, a young monk, afterwards the Pretender to the throne of […]
Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid’s Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771] poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period The fair Pomona flourish’d in his reign; Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv’d the vegetable care. To her the shady grove, the flow’ry field, […]
To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Resign’d to live, prepar’d to die, With not one sin, but poetry, This day Tom’s fair account has run (Without a blot) to eighty-one. Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays A table, with a cloth of bays; And […]
On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto. poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Authors the world and their dull brains have traced To fix the ground where Paradise was placed; Mind not their learned whims and idle talk; Here, here’s the place where these bright angels walk. Poetry Monster […]
On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Authors the world and their dull brains have traced To fix the ground where Paradise was placed; Mind not their learned whims and idle talk; Here, here’s the place where these bright angels walk. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: […]
The Morning Walk
The Morning Walk by A. A. Milne When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other’s hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we’ve thought about a thing, Like bowling hoops or bicycling, Or falling down on Anne’s balloon, […]
Southern Song by Margaret Walker
I want my body bathed again by southern suns, my soul reclaimed again from southern land. I want to rest again in southern fields, in grass and hay and clover bloom; to lay my hand again upon the clay baked by a southern sun, to touch the rain-soaked earth and smell the smell of soil. […]
October Journey by Margaret Walker
Traveller take heed for journeys undertaken in the dark of the year. Go in the bright blaze of Autumn’s equinox. Carry protection against ravages of a sun-robber, a vandal, a thief. Cross no bright expanse of water in the full of the moon. Choose no dangerous summer nights; no heavy tempting hours of spring; October […]
For My People by Margaret Walker
For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an unseen power; For my people lending their strength to the years, to the gone years and the now years and the maybe […]
I Want To Write by Margaret Walker
I Want to Write I want to write I want to write the songs of my people. I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark. I want to catch the last floating strains from their sob-torn throats. I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes. I want to catch […]
Childhood by Margaret Walker
When I was a child I knew red miners dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps. I saw them come down red hills to their camps dyed with red dust from old Ishkooda mines. Night after night I met them on the roads, or on the streets in town I caught their glance; the swing of […]
As He Walks Away by Mahmoud Darwish
The enemy who drinks tea in our hovel has a horse in smoke, a daughter with thick eyebrow, brown eyes and long hair braided over her shoulders like a night of songs. He’s never without her picture when he comes to drink our tea but he forgets to tell us about her nightly chores about […]
The Walk by Noel Angelo Hurley
I enjoyed our walk today over the hills Where splendid colours danced on leaves The smell of wet trees and daffodils The confident kiss of Summer’s breeze We sat for a while, drank cold tea and laughed Remember, the radio played a song by Cliff “Poor man’s Elvis” you said, acting daft But these miss […]
Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh
Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal, Grow with nature again as before I grew. The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third Party to the couple kissing on […]
A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke
A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing […]
The Gardener XIX: You Walked by Rabindranath Tagore
with the full pitcher upon your hip. Why did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your fluttering veil? That gleaming look from the dark came upon me like a breeze that sends a shiver through the rippling water and sweeps away to the shadowy shore. It came to me like the […]
The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road by Rabindranath Tagore
know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled in the wind. The prone shadows with their out- stretched arms clung to the feet of the hurrying light. The koels were weary of their songs. I was walking by the road, I do not know why. The hut by the side of the […]
Lover’s Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore
press themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at some chance joy, which like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines, yet elude. For lover’s gift is shy, it never tells its name, it flits across the shade, spreading a shiver of joy along the dust. Overtake it or miss it for ever. But a […]
A Late Walk by Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words A tree beside the wall stands bare, […]
Song—A Rose-bud by my Early Walk by Robert Burns
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o’ dawn are fled, In a’ its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the early morning. Within the bush her covert nest A little linnet […]
Song—A Rose-bud by my Early Walk by Robert Burns
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o’ dawn are fled, In a’ its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the early morning. Within the bush her covert nest A little linnet […]