Old Testament Psalm 23 Psalm 23:1–6 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth…
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Ecce Puer
Ecce Puer By James Joyce Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle The living lies. May love and mercy Unclose his eyes! Young life is breathed On…
I Am Offering this Poem
I Am Offering this Poem By Jimmy Santiago Baca I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you, or like a pair of…
The Harvest Moon
The Harvest Moon By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes And roofs of villages, on woodland crests And their aerial neighborhoods of nests Deserted, on the curtained window-panes Of rooms where children sleep, on country…
The Builders
The Builders By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these; Leave no yawning gaps between; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye…
Give Me Your Hand
Give Me Your Hand By Gabriela Mistral Give me your hand and give me your love, give me your hand and dance with me. A single flower, and nothing more, a single flower is all we’ll be. Keeping time in…
I Shall Not Pass This Way Again
I Shall Not Pass This Way Again By Eva Rose York I shall not pass this way again— Although it bordered be with flowers, Although I rest in fragrant bowers, And hear the singing Of song-birds winging To highest heaven…
The Sugar Plum Tree
The Sugar Plum Tree By Eugene Field Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? ‘Tis a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop sea In the garden of Shut-Eye Town; The fruit that it…
As Imperceptibly as Grief
As Imperceptibly as Grief By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk drew…
The Brain Is Wider Than the Sky
The Brain Is Wider Than the Sky By Emily Dickinson The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea— For—hold them—Blue to…
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree By Emily Dickinson A Drop fell on the Apple Tree – Another – on the Roof – A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves – And made the Gables laugh – A few…
The Man With The Hoe
The Man With The Hoe By Edwin Markham Written after seeing Millet’s World-Famous Painting God made man in His own image, in the image of God made He him. —Genesis. Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his…
A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire of a Child in London
A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire of a Child in London By Dylan Thomas Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still…
A Far Cry from Africa
A Far Cry from Africa By Derek Walcott A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. Corpses are scattered through a paradise. Only the worm, colonel of carrion,…
After the Winter
After the Winter By Claude McKay Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We’ll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle…
Live Your Life
Live Your Life By Chief Tecumseh So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life,…
Checking Out Me History
Checking Out Me History By John Agard Dem tell me Dem tell me Wha dem want to tell me Bandage up me eye with me own history Blind me to my own identity Dem tell me bout 1066 and all…
Hymn
Hymn By Caedmon Translated by Elaine Treharne Now we ought to praise the Guardian of the heavenly kingdom, The might of the Creator and his conception, The work of the glorious Father, as he of each of the wonders, Eternal…
Ithaka
Ithaka By C. P. Cavafy Translated by Edmund Keeley As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things…
Blowin’ in the Wind
Blowin’ in the Wind By Bob Dylan How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times…