Classical Poems

Poems
Title Poet
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
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"Unto Me?" I do not know you—
 Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
"We're All Australians Now"
Australia takes her pen in hand
To write a line to you,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
"What Do I Care?"
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
 Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
 Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
Œnone
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
Ζωές (Lives)
And so they go and die the same way they live.
I speak of lives given to the light
Kostas Karyotakis poet by Kostas Karyotakis
on 9/17/2010
Νοσταλγία (N..
From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly
Kostas Karyotakis poet by Kostas Karyotakis
on 9/17/2010
À Bas Ben Adhem
My fellow man I do not care for.
I often ask me, What's he there for?
 Ogden Nash poet by Ogden Nash
on 1/13/2003
"History of Scanderbeg" excerpt from Canto V
Krujë oh blessed citadel
await, await for Scanderbeg!
 Naim Frashëri poet by Naim Frashëri
on 8/25/2012
"To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage"
"The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
 Robert Lowell poet by Robert Lowell
on 1/20/2003
(Desire)Threadbare(Desires)
-to S.
The light lay in shreds across the bed,
 Bill Knott poet by Bill Knott
on 1/3/2003
(End) of Summer (1966)
I'm tired of murdering children.
Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
 Bill Knott poet by Bill Knott
on 1/3/2003
(Fragment 2) I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so:
 Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
on 3/31/2010
(Pinkham)
For Gregory O'Brien
I wonder how
 Ken Bolton poet by Ken Bolton
on 5/14/2012
(Poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age)
'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam
On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
 Bill Knott poet by Bill Knott
on 1/3/2003
(The Kirkman Guide To The Bars of Europe, their music, the..
Tony Kirkman—What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Europe?
Me—I’m going, I’m going. Next week.
 Ken Bolton poet by Ken Bolton
on 5/14/2012
(The sunshine seeks my little room)
The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
 Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
(untitled 2)
Whatever drags downward, the heart hampers:
hands softer than dough
Alison Croggon poet by Alison Croggon
on 5/24/2012
(untitled)
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there bees were perpetual as meadows asleep in a brooding sun
 Alison Croggon poet by Alison Croggon
on 5/24/2012
... the books
One who runs away from the books,
Runs away from one’s mental liberation…
 Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie poet by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
on 7/10/2010
...And to New Ones
To have designs on another
Degrades oneself;
 Makarand Paranjape poet by Makarand Paranjape
on 3/28/2012
..But a short time to live
Our little hour,—how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
Leslie Coulson poet by Leslie Coulson
on 4/12/2010
[Excerpt from The Negativity Bin]
(i) Lower than the Angels
‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life.’
 B. R. Dionysius poet by B. R. Dionysius
on 5/28/2012
[Four Sonnets (1922)]
I1.
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
on 1/1/2004
[Greek Title]
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,
   O Willer masked and dumb!
Thomas Hardy poet by Thomas Hardy
on 1/4/2003
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