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Again and Again and Again (by Anne Sexton)
Anne Sexton(1928-1974) Again and Again and Again You said the anger would come back just as the love did. I have a black look I do not like. It is a mask I try on. I migrate toward it and its frog sits...
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Remembrance (by Amelia Opie)
Amelia Opie(1769–1853) Remembrance How dear to me the twilight hour! It breathes, it speaks of pleasures past; When Laura sought this humble bower, And o’er it courtly splendours cast. Fond fancy’s...
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August (by Dorothy Parker)
Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) August When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled beeches start In a fringe of salty reeds; When my arms are...
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A Galloway Song (by John Keats)
John Keats(1795-1821) A Galloway Song Ah! ken ye what I met the day Out oure the Mountains A coming down by craggi[e]s grey An mossie fountains – A[h] goud hair’d Marie yeve I pray Ane minute’s...
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Orions Belt (by Rene Bywaters)
Rene Bywaters(present poet) Orions Belt Roses grow wild from your hands A crown of thorns should be made from you A great many things in this world should be devoted just to you More so than my love,...
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Aedh gives his Beloved certain Rhymes (by William Butler Yeats)
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) Aedh gives his Beloved certain Rhymes Fasten your hair with a golden pin, And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor rhymes: It worked at...
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The honey dripper (by Rene Bywaters)
Rene Bywaters(present poet) The honey dripper Come to me in the morning heated from the night We are convivial clay The salt of our skin, the sweat from your brow, the morning air mixed with your...
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Beauty Imposes
John Shaw Neilson(1872–1942) Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring, Grave as the urge within the honeybuds, It wounds us as we sing. Beauty is joy that stays not overlong. Clad in the magic of...
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She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to...
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Sonnet I
Sir John Suckling(1606-1642) Sonnet I Dost see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes? There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces; The red and white works now no...
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