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"Time split like a fruit between dark and light and a usual fog drags over this landfall"
"Teaching the first lesson and the last-great falling light of summer"
"Walk along back of the library in 1952"
"...not talk about my country How I'm from an optimistic culture"
"...I heard a wise man say, 'Give crowns and pounds and guineas but not your heart away'"
"For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil War, my father said"
"If staring at the negative of a black and white photograph of my dead grandparents"
"The splendor falls on castle walls and snowy summits old"
"Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred …"
"Sunset and evening star, and one clear call for me!"
"On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye …"
"It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags …"
"America I've given you all and now I'm nothing America two dollars and twenty seven cents January 17, 1956"
"Path crowded with thistle fern blue daisy, glassy grass, pale morninglory scattered on a granite hill"
Poet is Priest Money has reckoned the soul of America"
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness"
"What thoughts I have of you tonight Walt Whitman"
"Some breath breathes out Adonais and Atlantis" -- for Pablo Neruda
"I lift my voice aloud, make Mantra of American language now, pronounce the words beginning my own millennium"
"Feathers blacken against the sun, rising like the songs of old warriors"
"You said the anger would come back"
"It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake"
"Oh mother, here in your lap, as good as a bowlful of clouds"
"I'm mooring my rowboat at the dock of the island called God"
"There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Canon towel, newly washed"
"hello! i am one of your molecules! i started out from crab nebula"
"let me tell you, the captain knew exactly what he would do"
"the elephant bogged down thousands of years ago"
"There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away …"
"You always leave from Greenwich, from the zero marked on every map"
"Then I went to him and said, If you please turn to the right that is the heart's archipelago"
"I don't know where he comes from. He crossed the circumference at one point and set up his tents nearby"
"In this language, no industrial revolution, no pasteurized milk, no oxygen, no telephone"
"The neighbors' dog will not stop barking"
"The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella"
"Your are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up"
"At the gate. I sit in a row of blue seats with the possible company of my death"
"Who can say now, 'when I was young, the country was very beautiful?'"
"Hog butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat"
"The fog comes on little cat feet."
"I am glad God saw Death and gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired of living"
"There are no handles upon a language whereby men take hold of it and mark it with signs for its remembrance"
"For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river"
"I shall foot it down the roadway in the dusk"
"Over the dead line we have called to you to come across with a word for us"
"Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses...."
"...In every clime and under every sun, death laughs at ye, mad mortels, as ye run...."
"One should always be drunk. That's all there is to it"
"When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold, I breathe the burning odors of your breast...."
"the phone rings and it is usually the woman with the sexy voice from the phone company"
"against the wall the firing squad ready. then he got a reprieve. suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?"
"down at the end of the bar he used to bum drinks, now he is a balding man"
"...only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never...."
"at high noon at a small college near the beach, sober"
"I finished my drink and went upstairs to hear the second half"
"the clocks drip in every room-our lives are leaking from the places"
Poem consists of testimony of survivors
"The solid houses in the mist are thin as tissue paper"
Objectivist poet, 1894-1976; "Not because of victories I sing, having none"
"Go inside a stone. That would be my way. Let somebody else become a dove"
"I love to stay in bed all morning, covers thrown off, naked, eyes closed, listening"
"The obvious is difficult to prove. Many prefer the hidden"
"Flying flowers from both shores glow red on our boat"
"Drunk, lying in the shade of the old rattan blinds, I can't tell North from South" -- 1048-1100
"Not diverted by this windowful of cows or the distant tractor like a pen stroke"
"The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes."
Widely considered the central epic poem of Italian literature, and is seen as one of the greatest works of world literature
"Whisper to the rock, I found you, whisper to the earth, Mother, I have found her, and I am safe and always have been"
"The apple I held and bit into was for me. The friend who spoke to me was for me"
"The cold water is anaesthetic and very quick. The cries on all sides must be a comfort. We all go: only a few, first class"
"...no man is so guileless as the serpent. The lonely white rabbit on the roof is a star"
"They looked like blackbirds, my father said, that first burst of shrapnel"
"Tomorrow afternoon we will carry these books to the basement"
"We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time"
"Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me, taking me back down the vista of years"
"...she is imagining that she is writing in a book with white pages"
"I who picked up the neat old letters never knew the last names to complete"
"...October, as we walk home together from the game, in Ann Arbor"
"High on a slope in New Guinea the Grumann Hellcat lodges among bright vines"
"In October of the year, he counts potatoes dug from the brown field"
"She was twenty-five when they settled in our town"
"Back of the dam, under a flat pad of water, church bells ring"
"When my father had been dead a week I woke with his voice in my ear"
"It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it" -- June 5, 1968
"Hartford is cold today but no colder for your absence"
"Excepting the diner on the outskirts the town of Ladora at 3 a.m. was dark"
"Picture me, the shy pupil at the door, one small, tight fist clutching the dread Czerny"
"I will die in Miami in the sun, on a day when the sun is very bright"
"I love a sunburnt country a land of sweeping plains ..."
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place …"
"...though they sink through the sea they shall rise again...."
"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light …"
"...with frosty fingers punishes my hair, caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire"
"...where no sea runs, the waters of the heart push in their tides"
"I hold no dream of fortunes vast, nor seek undying fame"
"it was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea"
"Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow …"
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore …"
"The skies they were ashen and sober"; 1847
"I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground"
"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten"
"Quietly and while at rest on the trim grass I have gazed"
"The Middle West supplies the margins in return for an atrophication"
"As knowledge grows it becomes apparent that the brain is a machine"
An epic (or anti-epic) poem in four volumes; "The curtain might rise anywhere on a single speaker...I met in Mesilla the Cautious Gunslinger"
"Out of the total of some 500 million nerve-cells 300 million or more are in the arms"
"...are beautiful and have comfortable minds"
"...whose warmest heart recoiled at war"
"...(which comes carefully out of Nowhere) arranging a window"
"ydoan...yunnuhstan...ydoan o...yunnuhstand dem...yguduh ged..." And so on.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height …"
"Love me Sweet, with all thou art"
"Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses"
"My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat"
"he kindly stopped for me"
"...like flowers in a plot"
"the Stillness in the Room was like the Stillness in the Air"
"I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never saw before Stare solid into mine And ask my Business there …"
"There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there …"
"Because she wants to touch him she moves away"
"It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play. …"
"And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth of the godly sea"
"The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast--
Trans. Robert Bly; "In the sky there is nobody asleep"
"I want to sleep the sleep of the apples"; trans. by Robery Bly
"Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate"
"Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde?"
"For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music"
"In late winter I sometimes glimpse bits of steam coming up from some fault in the old snow"
"I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, blackberries"
"He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines"
"The fly I've just brushed from my face keeps buzzing about me, flesh-eater starved for the soul"
"...have I lain in terror, O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day"
"Fatted on herbs, swollen on crabapples, puffed up on bast and phloem"
"He comes to me like a mouth speaking from under several inches of water"
"The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower"
Didn't you like the way the ants help the peony globes open by eating off the glue?"
"An ancient cedar stump to burn against which piled the limbs of gnarly wolf-tree pine"
"He blazed out a new path for us"; on his death
"He had driven half the night from far down San Joaquin"
"Genji caught a grey bird, fluttering"
"A bear down under the cliff. She is eating huckleberries. They are ripe now"
"Eating a sandwich at work in the woods, as a doe nibbles buckbrush in snow"
"The years seem to tumble faster and faster I work harder the boys get larger planting apples and cherry"
"There are things we live among and to see them is to know ourselves"
"Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine et nos amours"
"...this ship which has taken my beloved back again"- trans. by Michael Benedikt
"Keeping their scented bodies in the center of the hall…they allow their lovely skirts to graze no wall"
"Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge, the dice of drowned men's bones"
For Sidney Bechet, 1897-1959
"Zoot Sims, Joshua Redman, Billie Holiday, Pete Fountain"
"When I was forty-five I lay for hours beside a pool, the green hazy springtime water"
Long poem beginning, "Tundra, the distant marches, and wind veering, clatter of steely grasses"
"A woman I used to know well died a week ago"
"The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze …"
"I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went"
Long epic poem about the removal of the Acadian people
"Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere …"
"Often I think of the beautiful town that is seated by the sea"
"Whene'er a noble deed is wrought"
"By the shores of Gitche Gumee" [Lake Superior]
"Under the spreading chestnut tree the village smithy stands …"
"...when a bird cries out, or the wind sweeps through a tree"
Actually, the Iliad and Odyssey are attributed to Homer but it is not known definitively who Homer was, when he lived, where he lived, and whether he was sole author or one of many [in the oral tradition] of these two epic poems.
This Greek epic poem is a sequel to the "Iliad" about hero Odysseus' return to Ithaca
"Although it is not yet evening, the secretaries have changed their frocks as if it were time for dancing"
"Taking what is, and seeing it as it is, pretending no heroic stances or gestures"
"Arthur! On t'appela pas Jean!"
"Missing a kick at the icebox door, it closed anyway"
Recently voted by the French people the most popular French poet of all time: "Il a mis le café dans la tasse"
"Were it the parrot brazen and metallic cawing Were it the brilliant focussed eyes of water fowl …"
"1824 Old Bet, bought by a Somers man, went mad in Western Connecticut"
"Those red men you offended were my brothers. Town drinkers, Buckles Pipe, Star Boy"
"The end came easy for most of us. Packed away in our crude beginnings in some far corner of a flat world"
"In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville"
"The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields"
"Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, twilight bounds softly forth on the grass"
"While I stood here, in the open, lost in myself"
"I wonder how many old men last winter hungry and frightened by namelessness prowled"
"Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float tendril and string against the crumbling wall"
"When I went out to kill myself, I caught a pack of hoodlums beating up a man"
"Beautiful natural blossoms, pure delicate body, you stand without trembling"
"Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come"
"The last sweet exhalations of timothy and vetch go out with the song of the bird, the ravaged field grows wet with dew"
"Nothing is the same to anyone. Moscow is east of Nairobi"
"As a child, fresh out of the hospital with tape covering the left side of my face"
"heads looped low and tucked to the wind; looking for fish in the deep greenness of water"
"The earth is almost round. The seas are curved and hug the earth"
"I think of the twenty thousand poems of Li Po and wonder"
Title poem in Pulitzer Prize winning collection
"Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake, inimitable contriver"
Used as aria sung by Robert Oppenheimer in John Adam's 2005 opera, Doctor Atomic
"Perchance for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him...."
"Up from the meadows rich with corn"
"The sun that brief December day rose cheerless over hills of gray"
"Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, thou foster-child of silence and slow time"
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains …"
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever"
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun"
Originally published in 1667 in ten books with over 10,000 individual lines of verse
"She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car"
"And another regrettable thing about death is the ceasing of your own brand of magic"
"I who am singing these lines today will be tomorrow the enigmatic corpse"; trans. John Updike
"I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree."
"...The young jackass grew happier with his excited bray."; translation by Robert Bly
"An elephant made of pink cotton ...Towers of lace under which satin-heeled Gentlemen sit"
"The big lad with too much face and a voice fuzzed like a slice of grand larceny, pointed his fork"
"Understand that they were sitting just inside the door at a little table with two full beers and two empties"
"The seasons revolve and the years change with no assistance or supervision"
" 'And what is love?' said Pilate, and washed his hands"
"Late night coming back to Melbourne from a party on the Kangaroo Plains"
Long poem beginning, "Young rice plants are just being transplanted"
"...night stands over the Fountaine De Medicis"
"Webs of misery spread in the brain, in the Spring in the soft heat"
My head and shoulders, and my book in the cool shade"
"take a room at the new Waldorf, you down-and-outers"
"Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain seeking a home where he himself is free."
"If there had been only one Buddhist in the woodpile in Waco, Texas"
"...from His bare Tree this year"
"I traveled to the ocean distant from my southwest land of sandrock"
"In the wintertime at night we tell coyote stories" -- for Simon Ortiz
"I call and hear your voice on the answering machine weeks after your death"
"When Bess, the landlord's black-eyed daughter, waited for her highwayman"
"When her wheel suddenly stopped turning, a round world was stilled on its axis"
"They seemed to all take off at once: Aunt Grace whose kidneys closed shop; cousin Rose"
"The last uncle is pushing off in his funeral skiff (the usual black limo)"
"A lonely bird was singing amid the flowers"
"SHE walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies …"
"Under the hive-like dome the stooping haunted readers go up and down the alleys"
"...some plants sprout quickly in it. Sow thistles come to mind"
"The door swings open, you look in. It's dark in there"
"...a bend in your life, time will curve like a wind"
"This is a tiny language, smaller than Gallic; when you have your boots on"
"They like it when you visit them, says Aaju. Just say hello"
"The dead woman thrown down on the dusty road is very beautiful"
"This fall you will taste carrots that you planted, you thinned, you mulched, you watered"
"The people I love best jump into work first without dallying in the shallows"
"Who is excited? Might it be I?"
"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine."
"When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out...."
"Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep …"
"The sea is calm to-night, the tide is full, the moon lies fair upon the straits"
"The week in August you come home, adult, professional, aloof, we roast and carve the fatted calf"
"We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight"
"Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.
"You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies"
"These days lifting myself up like a heavy weight, old camel getting to her knees"
"Who will remember you when I am gone, my darling ones, or who remember me?"
"When we walked outside at sunset a tenement was burning to the ground"
"OLD MEN SLEEPING IN CARS, a hawk on a boulder dripping with fog, ten deer"
"We are the seas through whom the great fish passed and passes"
"This is the Wheel of Dreams which is carried on their voices"
"Another season centers on this place. Like memory the blood congeals in it"
"un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua, un alto surtidor que el viento arquea"
"dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light"
"...and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind"; translation by Robert Bly
"My heart moves from cold to fire"
"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 …"
"There are cemetaries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound"; trans. by Robert Bly
"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight...."
"Blessed be God and I Blessed be all his angels and all my thoughts"
"When I am here I shall not mind I shall merely murmur"
"But I think I have never seen your face A rainy day, when the sky's grey arteries pulse"
"This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by...."
"I arise from dreams of thee in the first sweet sleep of night"
"O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being"
"I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert …"
"Sexual intercourse began in nineteen sixty-three"
"As I went home on the old wood road,. With my basket and lesson book …"
"Something told the wild geese It was time to go …"
"When the god, needing something, decided to become a swan"; trans by Robert Bly
"It is now time to be old, to take in the sail"
"A bat is born naked and blind and pale. His mother makes a pocket of her tail and catches him"
"coughing up blood before the sun rose. i spit out the wind"
"until that sun, which keeps asking for an answer, agrees to remain still"
In 9 parts; "Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee"
"If I were to live my life in catfish forms, in scaffolds of skin and whiskers"
"Our veins are open to shadow, and our fingertips porous to murder"
"Night and day arrive, and day after day goes by, and what is old remains old"
"Alone on the jagged rock at the south end of McClure's beach"
"Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house"
"Last night I dreamt my father called to us. He was stuck somewhere"
"...poor body, comin thro' the rye, she draigl't her petticoatie comin thro' the rye."
"O my luve's like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June …"
"Ha! Whare ye gaun, ye crawlin' ferlie?"
"Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!"
"Earlier in the evening the moon was clear to the east"
"The moon's up-riding makes a line flowing out into lion's mane of traffic"
"Sail, Monarchs, rising and falling"
"Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings chat on a February berrybush"
"I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light..."
"My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree, Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill …"
"When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter dark trees"
" Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice …"
"Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it a living, for it ain't')"
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood …"
"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though …"
"...and toys for your delight of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night"
"A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon"
"On the lake-bottom near the shore it appears to move among others"
"At dawn a knot of sea-lions lies off the shore in the slow swell between the rock and the cliff"
"At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain, wreathed with wet poppies, waiting spring"
"Oh, a thousand years will hardly leach, he thought, this dust of that fire"
"While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire"
Jeffers considered this long poem, among other things, a study into the origins of religion
"You may talk o' gin and beer when you're quartered safe out 'ere"
"If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you …"
"By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea"
"If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is forever England"
"Tis the middle of night by the castle clock"
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree …"
"It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. `By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?"
Inspired and featured in Ray Bradbury's Martian Chronicles
"...the most, do not talk of their love Francesca, Guinevere, Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise"
"After Marcus Licinius Crassus defeated the army of Spartacus, he crucified 6000 men"
"When I was a connoisseuse of slugs I would part the ivy leaves"
"That hour, I was most myself. I had shrugged my mother slowly off"
"I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out"
"When I was a month pregnant, the great clots of blood appeared in the pale green swaying water of the toilet"
"But I love the I, steel I beam that my father sold"
"In our Sophomore year, Solomon Wheat, a Senior, Captain of the high school team"
"I didn't know what it meant, that he was born in the beauty of the lillies"
"There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins …"
"I hold a newspaper, reading. Suddenly my hands become cow ears"; trans. by Lucien Stryk
"Breastdown fluttering in the breeze, the sparrow's full of air holes"
"First of all, it's all true. Coyote, he says this"
"I am holding this turquoise in my hands. My hands hold the sky"
"My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time"
"Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother, The insects are scant, skinny …"
"Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
"She gives him his eyes...."
"When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white...."
"I found this jawbone at the sea's edge:...."
Somebody has been here today to cut the grass, coming and going unseen"
"In only a few months there begin to be fissures in what we remember"
"to fold the clothes. No matter who lives or who dies, I'm still a woman"
"I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel"
"The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea …"
"...when they are poor, without nice things, and with their hair down"
"Row gently here, my gondolier, so softly wake the tide, that not an ear on earth may hear, but hers to whom we glide"
"Outside New York, a high place where with one glance"; trans. by Robert Bly
"So long Roberto Clemente, you have joined the immortals"
"Watching the season die on television makes me think of you, Roberto, in the end"
"Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky"
"April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire"
"It is portentous, and a thing of state"
Music to this poem composed by Charles Ives
Long poem describing the feeling of a grandfather entrusted with the care of young children
"Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor"
"Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame...."
"It was when I said, 'There is no such thing as the truth,' that the grapes seemed fatter."
"Children picking up our bones will never know...."
"One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees crusted with snow"
"Opusculum paedagogum. The pears are not viols, nudes or bottles"
"Among twenty snowy mountains, the only moving thing was the eye...."
"Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door …"
"Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force …"
"...here's a letter from our Pete, and come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son"
"O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won …"
"...how many names had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol"
"When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me"
"...And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night"
"In the public gardens they are walking. The skies appear correct and glum"
"The train pulls down the track. We go about our business; I have turned my back"
"They all dance with their eyes turned inward- like a woman nursing a sick child she already knows will die"
"The newts in the creek had gone already. I don't know where. I can't remember your face or anything you said"
"Her fate seizes her and brings her down. She is heavy with it"
"Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay"
"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night"
"If you cannot engender a genius like Mozart, neither can you plague the earth with brilliant sillies like Hegel or clever nasties like Hobbes"
"There's nothing the Crucified would like less than butchery to appease him"
"...as it always must come in the end, the delicious story is ripe to tell"
"Time, the domain of Deeds, calls for a complex Grammar with many Moods and Tenses"
" Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone ..." Read by Matthew (John Hannah) at the funeral of his partner Gareth (Simon Callow) in the film 'Four Weddings and a Funeral'.
"I can't imagine anything that I would like less to be than a disincarnate Spirit"
"Chaucer, Langland, Douglas, Dunbar, with all your brother Anons, how on earth did you ever manage"
"Grown used to New York weather, all too familiar with Smog"
"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks"
"Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not"
" 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, the children walking two and two, in red & blue & green"
"And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green?"
"Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee...."
"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
"That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees …"
"I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above …"
"How can I, that girl standing there, my attention fix on Roman or on Russian or on Spanish politics"
"There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, dishevelled bed …"
"Before the grass is out the people are out and and bare twigs still whip the wind"
Long poem, 1923; "By the road to the contagious hospital"
"...I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox"
"I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral"
"Masses of flowers load the cherry branches and color some bushes yellow and some red"
"To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms"
"Clack your beaks you cormorants and kittiwakes, north on those rock croppings"
"Jerusalem died in the dust. They took the short route,"
"All day long the clouds formed in the peaks"
"Before my feet the plowshare rolls the earth"
"and all the men and women merely players"
"From off a hill whose concave womb reworded"
(Sonnet no.18) "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate …"
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art so unkind as man's ingratitude"
"the signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-should be clear: the darkness around us is deep"
"It is people at the edge who say things at the edge"
"In the Aztec design God crowds into the little pea that is rolling out of the picture"
"In India in their lives they happen again and again, being people or animals"
"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills …"
"She dwelt among the untrodden ways, Beside the springs of Dove"
"...a rainbow in the sky"
"Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by …"
"late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers"
"He partook of life as if it were reusable"
"My apologies to chance for calling it necessity
"far up the valley of that river into whose estuary the man from England sailed"
"there once must have been a time when it was always there"
"Every year without knowing it I have passed the day when the last fires will wave to me"
"there was nothing before this except defects of Nature and a waste of marshes"
Poetry "I wake in the dark and remember it is the morning when I must start by myself on the journey"
Long poem beginning "You remember surely is the way it begins in a time after words"
Poetry "My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand"
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