Dignissimo Suo Amico Doctori Wittie. De Translatione Vulgi poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri, Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una mari. Fortius assidui surgunt a vulnere praeli: Quoque magis pressa est, auctior Hydra redit. Heu quibus Anticyris, quibus est sanabilis herbis Improba scribendi pestis, avarus amor! India sola tenet tanti medicamina morbi, Dicitur & nostris ingemuisse malis. Utile Tabacci dedit illa […]
Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio Posuimus Pater & Mater Frustra superstites. Legite Parentes, vanissimus hominum ordo, Figuli Filiorum, Substructores Hominum, Fartores Opum, Longi Speratores, Et nostro, si fas, sapite infortunio. Fruit Edmundus Trottuis. E quatuor masculae stirpis residuus, Statura justa, Forma virili, specie eximic, Medio juventutis Robore simul & Flore, Alpectu, In cessu, sermone juxta […]
Daphnis And Chloe poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, all his Art. Nature, her own Sexes foe, Long had taught her to be coy: But she neither knew t’ enjoy, Nor yet let her Lover go. But, with this sad News surpriz’d, […]
Damon The Mower poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev’ry thing did seem to paint The Scene more fit for his complaint. Like her fair Eyes the day was fair; But scorching like his am’rous Care. Sharp like his Sythe his Sorrow was, And wither’d like his Hopes the Grass. Oh […]
Cromwell’s Return poem – Andrew Marvell poems
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell’s Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing, His numbers languishing. ‘Tis time to leave the books in dust, And oil the unus?d armour’s rust: Removing from the wall The corslet of the hall. So restless Cromwell […]
Clorinda And Damon poem – Andrew Marvell poems
C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : ’tis too late they went astray. C. I have a grassy Scutcheon spy’d, Where Flora blazons all her pride. The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep : The Flow’rs I for thy Temples keep. D. Grass withers; and the Flow’rs […]
Blake’s Victory poem – Andrew Marvell poems
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, 1657 Now does Spain’s fleet her spacious wings unfold, Leaves the New World and hastens for the old: But though the wind was fair, they slowly swum Freighted with acted guilt, and guilt to […]
Bermudas poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Where the remote Bermudas ride In th’ Oceans bosome unespy’d, From a small Boat, that row’d along, The listning Winds receiv’d this Song. What should we do but sing his Praise That led us through the watry Maze, Unto an Isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own? Where he the […]
An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell’s Return from Ireland poem – Andrew Marvell poems
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ‘Tis time to leave the books in dust, And oil th’ unused armour’s rust, Removing from the wall The corslet of the hall. So restless Cromwell could not cease In the inglorious arts of […]
An Epitaph poem – Andrew Marvell poems
ENOUGH; and leave the rest to Fame! ‘Tis to commend her, but to name. Courtship which, living, she declined, When dead, to offer were unkind: Nor can the truest wit, or friend, Without detracting, her commend. To say–she lived a virgin chaste In this age loose and all unlaced; Nor was, when vice is […]
Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Ametas Think’st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay. Thestylis Think’st Thou that this Rope would twine If we both should turn one way? Where both parties so combine, Neither Love will twist nor Hay. […]
Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Regibus haec posuit Ludovicus Templa futuris; Gratior ast ipsi Castra fuere Domus. *** Poems by Andrew Marvell Andrew Marvell Andrew MarvellAndrew Marvell (1621-1678) was a renowned English poet and politician who lived during the 17th century. He is widely recognized for his skillful […]
A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. poem – Andrew Marvell poems
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell’s head, and numbred ev’ry hair, Now in its self (the Glass where all appears) Had seen the period of his golden Years: And thenceforth onely did attend to trace, What death might least so sair a Life deface. The People, which what most they […]
A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, then With My Lord Whitlock, Amba poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmus eras? Quae Gentes Hominum, quae sit Natura Locorum, Sint Homines, potius dic ibi sintre Loca? Num gravis horrisono Polus obruit omnia lapsu, Jungitur & praeceps Mundas utraque nive? An […]
A Garden, Written after the Civil Wars poem – Andrew Marvell poems
SEE how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display’d: Each regiment in order grows, That of the tulip, pink, and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the pole, Their leaves, that to the stalks are curl’d, Seem to their staves the ensigns furl’d. Then in some […]
A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, Whither thou and I must go. Thyrsis To the Elizium: (Dorinda) oh where i’st? Thyrsis A Chast Soul, can never mis’t. Dorinda I know no way, but one, our home Is our […]
A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav’d so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter’d stands In Feet ; and manacled in Hands. Here blinded with an Eye ; and there Deaf with the drumming of an Ear. A Soul hung up, as ’twere, in Chains Of Nerves, and […]
A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. Ballance thy Sword against the Fight. See where an Army, strong as fair, With silken Banners spreads the air. Now, if thou bee’st that thing Divine, In this day’s Combat let it shine: And […]
Arrow through the bellybutton poem
In days of youth, when life was new, A boy so dear, a tale to do, With his eyes bright, and spirits bold, He captured hearts, young and old. His belly button, round and deep, Inviting fingers to seep, And in it secret pure and true, A treasure kept, for me and you. One day, […]
In shadows of night
In shadows of night, a venomous snake, Slithering silently, its lethal fate. With eyes that gleam like emerald fire, Its poison desire, deadly and dire. Coiled and ready to strike with might, In darkness it lurks, out of sight. Beware the serpent, cunning and sly, Its fangs filled with venom, none deny. A creature of […]
The Snake
In twists of fate, a serpentine shape Slithers in the grass, a stealthy escape Bites its prey, a venomous sting Poison courses through the victim’s wing A deadly dance, a wicked spin As life drains out, a sorrowful din Echoes of screams, a haunting refrain As death claims another soul in vain The snake’s embrace, […]
Forever
Dripping mannerisms. Pitter pattering Intentions Make this up. Wake us up. Who can drown this chaos in a new reality? Who would really want to? All we know is the unknown. Would it make a difference if tears of pity touched your spirit? Could forever manifest in you as it falls from me? Or was […]
Storm poem – André Rostant poems
thunder no – but thunder all along the night we set our course that hurl the lightning bolt, that force the sickness from our tiny minds some new emotion must be found some feeling we have not yet tried to frame, against the gurning face the tide, so murderously heaped and churned […]
Limbo Under the Westway poem – André Rostant poems
how we could carpet notting hill how decorate the harrow road with flock wallpaper, chintz and sheen from maida hill to portobello green barefoot, then, we would walk around stroking our walls: beloved; pure soft now, westway’s wild hushing stream over the canal and portobello green we’d need a f*ck off […]
A Rainy Night poem – André Rostant poems
stood idle in the doorway of his shop the dark winter rain glossed harrow road with here and there a shadow hurrying yet those few people crowd the street with mood that makes the rain fall slower than it should where falls on forms or shapes into the night the brief, imagined outlines of our […]
“European Union” by the (Roman/German) Eagles
On a dark Brussels highway, Schwarzkopf Taft in my hair Scent of Belgian waffles, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, a Jupiterian light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the division bell And […]
Letters to the Otherworld
I write letters to you though you’re in the Otherworld I type your name in the search box of the browser I know, you’ve left this sick demented world But I keep writing till I am tired, till I get drowsy I know there’ll be no response from you, because there can’t be any I […]
Winter Dream poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Oh wind-swept towers, Oh endlessly blossoming trees, White clouds and lucid eyes, And pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant With who knows what of subtlety And magical curves and limbs– White Anadyomene and her shallow breasts Mother-of-pearled with light. And oh the April, […]
Waking poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Darkness had stretched its colour, Deep blue across the pane: No cloud to make night duller, No moon with its tarnish stain; But only here and there a star, One sharp point of frosty fire, Hanging infinitely far In mockery of our life and death And […]
Vision poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) I had been sitting alone with books, Till doubt was a black disease, When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks In the bare, prophetic trees. Bare trees, prophetic of new birth, You lift your branches clean and free To be a beacon to the earth, […]
Valedictory poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) I had remarked–how sharply one observes When life is disappearing round the curves Of yet another corner, out of sight!– I had remarked when it was “good luck” and “good night” And “a good journey to you,” on her face Certain enigmas penned in the hieroglyphs […]
Topiary poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Failing sometimes to understand Why there are folk whose flesh should seem Like carrion puffed with noisome steam, Fly-blown to the eye that looks on it, Fly-blown to the touch of a hand; Why there are men without any legs, Whizzing along on little trollies With […]
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 […]
The Louse-Hunters poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) (From the French of Rimbaud). When the child’s forehead, full of torments red, Cries out for sleep and its pale host of dreams, His two big sisters come unto his bed, Having long fingers, tipped with silvery gleams. They set him at a casement, open wide […]
The Life Theoretic poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) While I have been fumbling over books And thinking about God and the Devil and all, Other young men have been battling with the days And others have been kissing the beautiful women. They have brazen faces like battering-rams. But I who think about books and […]
The Flowers poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Day after day, At spring’s return, I watch my flowers, how they burn Their lives away. The candle crocus And daffodil gold Drink fire of the sunshine– Quickly cold. And the proud tulip– How red he glows!– Is quenched ere summer Can kindle the rose. Purple […]
The Elms poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Fine as the dust of plumy fountains blowing Across the lanterns of a revelling night, The tiny leaves of April’s earliest growing Powder the trees–so vaporously light, They seem to float, billows of emerald foam Blown by the South on its bright airy tide, Seeming less […]
The Defeat of Youth poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) I. UNDER THE TREES. There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes Of this and this occasion, sisterly In their resemblances, each effigy Crowned with the same bright hair above the nape’s White rounded firmness, and each body alert With such swift loveliness, that very rest Seemed a […]
The Decameron poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Noon with a depth of shadow beneath the trees Shakes in the heat, quivers to the sound of lutes: Half shaded, half sunlit, a great bowl of fruits Glistens purple and golden: the flasks of wine Cool in their panniers of snow: silks muffle and shine: […]
The Alien poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) A petal drifted loose From a great magnolia bloom, Your face hung in the gloom, Floating, white and close. We seemed alone: but another Bent o’er you with lips of flame, Unknown, without a name, Hated, and yet my brother. Your one short moan of pain […]