English poetry

Poems in English


A sea-gull with a broken wing, I found upon the kelp-strewn shore. It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: “Poor thing! […]

The Twa Jocks

Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: “That’s whit I hate maist aboot fechtin’ it makes ye […]

Good-Bye, Little Cabin

O dear little cabin, I’ve loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I’ve filled you with […]


When day is done I steal away To fold my hands in rest, And of my hours this moment grey […]

The Hat

In city shop a hat I saw That to my fancy seemed to strike, I gave my wage to buy […]


Never knew Jim, did you? Our boy Jim? Bless you, there was the likely lad; Supple and straight and long […]

At The Parade

I cannot flap a flag Or beat a drum; Behind the mob I lag With larynx dumb; Alas! I fear […]

The Woman And The Angel

An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his […]

The Law Of The Yukon

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: “Send not your foolish and feeble; send […]


When twenty-one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn’t get up steam To welcome […]

The Red Retreat

Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I’ve ‘ammered out this ditty with me bruised and […]


Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless you, […]

Village Don Juan

Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun; And all about, I seem […]

My Chapel

In idle dream with pipe in hand I looked across the Square, And saw the little chapel stand In eloquent […]


I know a garden where the lilies gleam, And one who lingers in the sunshine there; She is than white-stoled […]

Sea Sorcery

Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; […]


My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she’s plain is Jane, Of needlework she’s vain, And makes […]

Black Moran

The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. […]

My Foe

A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed […]

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