#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
Don’t bring into the lodge-room Anger, and spite, and pride. Drop at the gate of the temple The strife of the world outside. Forget all your cares and trials,
There sat two glasses, filled to t… On a rich man’s table, rim to rim. One was ruddy and red as blood, And one was clear as the crystal f… Said the glass of wine to his pale…
The flowers have tender little sou… That love, rejoice, aspire. Each star that on its orbit rolls Feels infinite desire. The diamond longs to scintillate
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…
If all the year was summer-time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme '… Then I would be your wife. If all the days were August days,
I will paint you a sign, rumseller… And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before. I will paint with the skill of a m…
Let me lean hard upon the Eternal… In all earth’s devious ways, I so… And found it not. I will be stron… And lean upon myself. I will not… And importune all heaven with my c…
This little toe is tired, This little toe needs rocking, This little toe is sleepy you know… But this little toe keeps talking, This toe big and tall is the misch…
Though with gods the world is cumb… Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered, Never god was known to be Who had not his devotee. So I dedicate to mine,
Do you want to peep into Bedlam T… Then come with me, when the day sw… Into the cradle, whose rockers rim… Some people call the horizon dim. All the mischief of all the fates
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country '… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those whom I am so fo… They make it seem familiar and mos…
The sweet young Spring walks over… It flushes and glows on moor and l… The birds are singing in careless… The brook flows cheerily on to the… And I know that the flowers are b…
I dwell in the western inland, Afar from the sounding sea, But I seem to hear it sobbing And calling aloud to me, And my heart cries out for the oce…
I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go; But the fact stands clear that I… In this world of pleasure and woe. And out of the mist and murk
Little by little the year grows ol… The red leaves drop from the maple… The sun grows dim, and the winds b… Down from the distant arctic seas. Out of the skies the soft light di…