http://www.poemsabout.org The best poems and quotes Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:56:10 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 18761THOUGH no high-hung bells or dinOf braggart bugles cry it in— What is sound? Nature's roundMakes the Silver Jubilee. 2Five and twenty years have runSince sacred fountains to the sun Sprang, that ... http://www.poemsabout.org/the-silver-jubilee-gerard-manley-hopkins/ Unshaven and thin, with an angular face He's lain on my mattress for several days. A cast-iron shadow hangs down the stair, the lips, huge and bulging, smuggle and flare. ... http://www.poemsabout.org/self-portrait-andrei-voznesensky/ Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes.Homes for sandpipers—the script of their feet is on the sea shingles—they write in the morning, it is gone at noon—they write at noon, it is gone at night.Pity the land, the sea, the ten mile flats, pity anything but the sandpiper’s ... http://www.poemsabout.org/sandpipers-carl-sandburg/ Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, Depths of the azure eastern sky between, Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, -- Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmonies The cannon's note has ceased to be a part, I shall return once more ... http://www.poemsabout.org/sonnet-12-alan-seeger/ Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gro http://www.poemsabout.org/herr-es-ist-zeit-rainer-maria-rilke/ I Years had been from HomeAnd now before the DoorI dared not enter, lest a FaceI never saw beforeStare solid into mineAnd ask my Business there --"My Business but a Life I leftWas such remaining there?"I leaned upon the Awe --I lingered with Before --The Second like an Ocean rolledAnd ... http://www.poemsabout.org/i-years-had-been-from-home-emily-dickinson/ Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. The horizon bleeds and sucks its thumb. The little red thumb goes out of sight. And I wonder about this lifetime with myself, this ... http://www.poemsabout.org/the-fury-of-sunsets-anne-sexton/ I give you now Professor Twist,A conscientious scientist,Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"And sent him off to distant jungles.Camped on a tropic riverside,One day he missed his loving bride.She had, the guide informed him later,Been eaten by an alligator.Professor Twist could not but smile."You mean," he said, "a crocodile." http://www.poemsabout.org/the-purist-ogden-nash/ Under the table, no. That last was stunning,that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.Why drink so, two days running?two months, O seasons, years, two decades running?I answer (smiles) my question on the cuff:Man, I been thirsty.The brake is incomplete but white costumesthreaten his rum, his cointreau, gin-&-sherry,his bourbon, ... http://www.poemsabout.org/dream-song-96-under-the-table-no-that-last-was-stunning-john-berryman/ More than a noun, a period of time, forty days each year, between Ash Wednesday,and the joy of Easter mornLent is a verb, a way of being, of living,of making different choices, when temptation comesWe are to choose, as Christ did, not as Adam, Eve did,when faced with moral choicesTo ... http://www.poemsabout.org/the-verb-of-lent-raymond-a-foss/