The Man In The Glass Anonymous When you get what you want in your struggle for selfAnd the world makes you king for a day,Just go to the mirror and look at yourselfAnd see what that man has to say.For it isn’t your father or mother or wifeWhose judgment upon you must...
by Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Ode to the Confederate Dead
by Allen Tate
Row after row with strict impunity
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection;
In the riven troughs the splayed leaves
Pile up, of nature the casual sacrament
To the seasonal eternity of...
The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound...
Change has come and gone the battle still goes on.
I know I am better for trying to find my treasure
Must keep on looking for my ship over the horizon
Only left to wonder will it ever come
In years gone by I wanted the cargo of my ship to carry silver and gold
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams...
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the...
Ever since I read and heard this poem in secondary school for my GCSE's I have fallen in love with it.It may well be a war poem from WW1 but it is so deep and heart felt it is incredible and the author of this poem - Wilfred Owen, was a master at writing such in depth poetry from...
In the valley of maroon pearls,
Nature sings with perfect pitch,
While white roses and beautiful girls,
Roaming around in circles and twirls.
The trees wave to the open roofed sky,
Rivers lay back and float in peace,
People in cars, watch as the birds fly high,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
Out of the arms of one love...
out of the arms of one love
and into the arms of another
I have been saved from dying on the cross
by a lady who smokes pot
writes songs and stories,
and is much kinder than the last,
much much kinder,
and the sex is just as...
by Delmore Schwartz
Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
Fugitive about us, running away,
Between the worker and the millionaire
Number provides all distances,
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own...
TomorrowIf I knew this would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord your soul to keep. If I knew this would be the last time I'd see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and a kiss and call you back for one more...