#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
Why do we pity those who weep? Th… That finds a ready outlet in the f… Of salt and bitter tears is blesse… And does not need our sympathies.… But fits the shorn field for new y…
Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious… Through these glad New Year days, To catch the countless prayers to… For e’en hard hearts do raise Some secret wish for fame, or gold…
(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…
We plucked a red rose, you and I All in the summer weather; Sweet its perfume and rare its blo… Enjoyed by us together. The rose is dead, the summer fled,
That which we had we still possess… Though leaves may drop and stars m… No circumstance can make it less Or take it from us, all in all. That which is lost we did not own;
Here is a lock of his soft, dark h… And here are the letters he wrote… And the ring of gold that I used… Is here in the casket-see! I put them away ten years ago.
Changed? Yes, I will confess it… I do not love you in the old fond… I am your friend still ' time ha… One kindly feeling of that vanishe… But the bright glamour which made…
In the old wars of the world there… Women of ancient sins who gave the… Women of weak wills and strong des… And, like the poison ivy in the wo… That winds itself about tall viril…
I’m sick of 'musn’ts,' said Dorot… Sick of musn’ts, as I can be. From early dawn till the close of… I hear a musn’t, and never a may. It’s 'you musn’t lie there like a…
I into life so full of love was se… That all the shadows which fall on… Of every human being could not sta… But fled before the light my spiri… I saw the world through gold and c…
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing w… A soiled and sullen, stubborn snow… Beside the roadway. Winds came m…
Upon the white cheek of the Cheru… I saw a tear. Alas! I murmured, that the Year s… So soon a sorrow. Just then the sunlight fell with s…
The earth is yours and mine, Our God’s bequest. That testament divine Who dare contest? Usurpers of the earth,
How terrible these nights are when… With our scarred hearts, we sit in… And some old sorrow, to the world… Does suddenly with silent steps in… After the guests departed, and the…
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows bo… A healed wound opened, or the past… Last night in my deep sleep I dre… Again the old love woke in me, and… On looks of fire, and kisses, and…