English poetry

Poems in English

Orchard Trees, January

It’s not the case, though some might wish it so Who from a window watch the blizzard blow White riot […]


A ball will bounce; but less and less. It’s not A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience. Falling is what […]


I read how Quixote in his random ride Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose The purity of […]


Sidling upon the river, the white boat Has volleyed with its cannon all the morning, Shaken the shore towns like […]

A Fire-Truck

Right down the shocked street with a siren-blast That sends all else skittering to the curb, Redness, brass, ladders and […]

A Plain Song For Comadre

Though the unseen may vanish, though insight fails And doubter and downcast saint Join in the same complaint, What holy […]

Matthew VIII,28 ff

Rabbi, we Gadarenes Are not ascetics; we are fond of wealth and possessions. Love, as You call it, we obviate […]

The Writer

In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My […]

The Beautiful Changes

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides […]


It is a cramped little state with no foreign policy, Save to be thought inoffensive. The grammar of the language […]

In the Smoking Car

The eyelids meet. He’ll catch a little nap. The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. It shakes above the […]


For Alexander there was no Far East, Because he thought the Asian continent India ended. Free Cathay at least Did […]


Where far in forest I am laid, In a place ringed around by stones, Look for no melancholy shade, And […]

June Light

Your voice, with clear location of June days, Called me outside the window. You were there, Light yet composed, as […]

In a Churchyard

That flower unseen, that gem of purest ray, Bright thoughts uncut by men: Strange that you need but speak them, […]

The Prisoner of Zenda

At the end a “The Prisoner of Zenda,” The King being out of danger, Stewart Granger (As Rudolph Rassendyll) Must […]

To the Etruscan Poets

Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young Took with your mother’s milk the mother tongue, In which pure matrix, joining […]

Museum Piece

The good gray guardians of art Patrol the halls on spongy shoes, Impartially protective, though Perhaps suspicious of Toulouse. Here […]

The Riddle

Shall I love God for causing me to be? I was mere utterance; shall these words love me? Yet when […]

A Fable

Securely sunning in a forest glade, A mild, well-meaning snake Approved the adaptations he had made For safety’s sake. He […]

The Ride

The horse beneath me seemed To know what course to steer Through the horror of snow I dreamed, And so […]

March 26, 1974

R. Frost 100th B’day The air was soft, the ground still cold. In wet dull pastures where I strolled Was […]


A woman I have never seen before Steps from the darkness of her town-house door At just that crux of […]

A Hole In The Floor

for Rene Magritte The carpenter’s made a hole In the parlor floor, and I’m standing Staring down into it now […]


Piecemeal the summer dies; At the field’s edge a daisy lives alone; A last shawl of burning lies On a […]

Boy at the Window

Seeing the snowman standing all alone In dusk and cold is more than he can bear. The small boy weeps […]

Wedding Toast

St. John tells how, at Cana’s wedding feast, The water-pots poured wine in such amount That by his sober count […]

Advice to a Prophet

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city, Mad-eyed from stating the obvious, Not proclaiming […]

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