English poetry

Poems in English


To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the […]


I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst. […]

The Curse

Oh, lay my ashes on the wind That blows across the sea. And I shall meet a fisherman Out of […]

Autumn Daybreak

Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to […]

Memorial To D. C

(Vassar College, 1918) O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that […]

Song Of A Second April

April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling […]

Mist In The Valley

These hills, to hurt me more, That am hurt already enough,- Having left the sea behind, Having turned suddenly and […]

The Betrothal

Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, And love me if you like. I shall not hear the door […]

To A Poet That Died Young

Minstrel, what have you to do With this man that, after you, Sharing not your happy fate, Sat as England’s […]


Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,- Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous […]

Ode To Silence

Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of […]

Two Sonnets In Memory

(Nicola Sacco Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And sung […]

The Little Hill

Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft’s the grass to lie on; And far away’s the little […]

The Poet And His Book

Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch […]


I said,-for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,- “I’ll hear his step and know his step when […]

The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to […]

The Bean-Stalk

Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,-but it’s lovely, up so high! […]


People that build their houses inland, People that buy a plot of ground Shaped like a house, and build a […]

An Ancient Gesture

I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than […]

To Kathleen

STILL must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such […]


Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in […]

The Shroud

Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,-O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any […]

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