A Lake and a Fairy Boat By Thomas Hood A Lake and a Fairy Boat To sail in the moonlight clear, And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk And…
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Tall Ambrosia
Tall Ambrosia By Henry David Thoreau Among the signs of autumn I perceive The Roman wormwood (called by learned men Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— For to impartial science the humblest weed Is as immortal once as the proudest flower—)…
Metaphors
Metaphors By Sylvia Plath I’m a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.…
The White Man’s Burden
The White Man’s Burden By Rudyard Kipling Take up the White Man’s burden— Send forth the best ye breed— Go send your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild—…
If
If By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If…
If You Forget Me
If You Forget Me By Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch…
I Too Sing America
I Too Sing America By Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at…
maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may By E. E. cummings maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and…
Renascence
Renascence By Edna St Vincent Millay All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced…
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
As Kingfishers Catch Fire By Gerard Manley Hopkins As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad…
The Author to Her Book
The Author to Her Book By Anne Bradstreet Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,…
The Hill We Climb
The Hill We Climb By Amanda Gorman When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast, We’ve learned…
Don’t Despise Me
Don’t Despise Me By Akka Mahadevi Don’t Despise Me as She who has no one I’m not one to be afraid, Whatever you do. I exist chewing dry leaves. My life resting on a knife edge If you must torment…
Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers
Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers By Adrienne Rich Bright topaz denizens of a world of green. They do not fear the men beneath the tree; They pace in sleek chivalric certainty. Aunt Jennifer’s finger fluttering through her wool Find even the ivory…
Decomposition
Decomposition By Zulfikar Ghose I have a picture I took in Bombay of a beggar asleep on the pavement: grey-haired, wearing shorts and a dirty shirt, his shadow thrown aside like a blanket. His arms and legs could be cracks…
This Is My Letter To The World
This Is My Letter To The World By Emily Dickinson This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me— The simple News that Nature told— With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see—…
Prologue
Prologue By Anne Bradstreet To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, For my mean Pen are too superior things; Or how they all, or each their dates have run, Let Poets and Historians…
Three Little Birds in a Row
Three Little Birds in a Row By Stephen Crane “Three little birds in a row Sat musing. A man passed near that place. Then did the little birds nudge each other. They said, “He thinks he can sing.” They threw…
September Song
September Song By Geoffrey Hill Undesirable you may have been, untouchable you were not. Not forgotten or passed over at the proper time. As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented…
The Old Maid
The Old Maid By Sara Teasdale I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover look at her And then turn suddenly to me. Her hair was dull and drew no…