English poetry

Poems in English


We told of him as one who should have soared And seen for us the devastating light Whereof there is […]

Cliff Klingenhagen

Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine With him one day; and after soup and meat, And all the other […]

The Dark Hills

Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest […]

Many Are Called

The Lord Apollo, who has never died, Still holds alone his immemorial reign, Supreme in an impregnable domain That with […]

Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And […]

Ballad of a Ship

Down by the flash of the restless water The dim White Ship like a white bird lay; Laughing at life […]

Monadnock through the Trees

Before there was in Egypt any sound Of those who reared a more prodigious means For the self-heavy sleep of […]

How Annandale Went Out

“They called it Annandale-and I was there To flourish, to find words, and to attend: Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend, […]

Walt Whitman

The master-songs are ended, and the man That sang them is a name. And so is God A name; and […]

The Dark House

Where a faint light shines alone, Dwells a Demon I have known. Most of you had better say “The Dark […]

The Mill

The miller’s wife had waited long, The tea was cold, the fire was dead; And there might yet be nothing […]


“Where’s the need of singing now?” Smooth your brow, Momus, and be reconciled. For king Kronos is a child Child […]

Rembrandt to Rembrandt

(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited […]

The House on the Hill

They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls […]

Alma Mater

He knocked, and I beheld him at the door A vision for the gods to verify. “What battered ancient is […]

The Companion

Let him answer as he will, Or be lightsome as he may, Now nor after shall he say Worn-out words […]


Faint white pillars that seem to fade As you look from here are the first one sees Of his house […]

The Dead Village

Here there is death. But even here, they say, Here where the dull sun shines this afternoon As desolate as […]


There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land […]

Page 1 of 41234