English poetry

Poems in English

Venetian Interior

Allegra, rising from her canopied dreams, Slides both white feet across the slanted beams Which lace the peacock jalousies: behold […]

Death and the Maiden

BARCAROLE ON THE STYX Fair youth with the rose at your lips, A riddle is hid in your eyes; Discard […]

The Tortoise in Eternity

Within my house of patterned horn I sleep in such a bed As men may keep before they’re born And […]

Now let no charitable hope

Now let no charitable hope Confuse my mind with images Of eagle and of antelope: I am by nature none […]

Cold-Blooded Creatures

Man, the egregious egoist (In mystery the twig is bent) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient […]

Village Mystery

The woman in the pointed hood And cloak blue-gray like a pigeon’s wing, Whose orchard climbs to the balsam-wood, Has […]

Madman’s Song

Better to see your cheek grown hollow, Better to see your temple worn, Than to forget to follow, follow, After […]

Nadir

If we must cheat ourselves with any dream, Then let it be a dream of nobleness: Since it is necessary […]

Sanctuary

This is the bricklayer; hear the thud Of his heavy load dumped down on stone. His lustrous bricks are brighter […]

The Poor Old Cannon

Upbroke the sun In red-gold foam; Thus spoke the gun At the Soldier’s Home: “Whenever I hear Blue thunder speak […]

The Fairy Goldsmith

Here’s a wonderful thing, A humming-bird’s wing In hammered gold, And store well chosen Of snowflakes frozen In crystal cold. […]

The Child on the Curbstone

The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak […]

The Lion and the Lamb

I saw a Tiger’s golden flank, I saw what food he ate, By a desert spring he drank; The Tiger’s […]

A Crowded Trolley-Car

The rain’s cold grains are silver-gray Sharp as golden sands, A bell is clanging, people sway Hanging by their hands. […]

Beauty

Say not of beauty she is good, Or aught but beautiful, Or sleek to doves’ wings of the wood Her […]

Ophelia

My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter […]

Incantation

A white well In a black cave; A bright shell In a dark wave. A white rose Black brambles hood; […]

August

Why should this Negro insolently stride Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? Piled in his barrow, tawnier than […]

Love Song

Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake’s articulated spine. Such elective elements […]

The Church-Bell

As I was lying in my bed I heard the church-bell ring; Before one solemn word was said A bird […]

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