Revising Poetry by Reading It Before You Sleep
We present to your attention a selection of breviloquent poems by famous English and American poets. The poems volition open the world of nice, tender feelings and philosophical outlook on life, bright cheerful jokes and witty English humor to you lot. Short poems are easy to read and memorize.
George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful axle glows tremulously far,
That testify'st the darkness thou canst non dispel,
How like art thou to Joy recollect'd well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant – clear, but oh, how cold!
Alfred Edward Housman
It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for honey.
The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
The homo, he does not move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for love.
***
Oh, when I was in love with you,
And then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I acquit.
And now the fancy passes by,
And zilch will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself once again.
When I came terminal to Ludlow
Among the moonlight pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight pale.
***
Oh on my breast in days hereafter
Light the earth should lie,
Such weight to bear is now the air,
And so heavy hangs the sky.
Hilaire Belloc
The Big Baboon
The Big Baboon is found upon
The plains of Cariboo;
He goes about with zip on
(A shocking thing to do.)
But if he dressed respectably
And permit his whiskers grow
How similar this Large Baboon would be
To Mister So-and-So!
Walter de la Mare
The Horseman
I heard a horseman
Ride over the colina;
The moon shone clear,
The nighttime was still;
His helm was silver,
And pale was he;
And the horse he rode
Was of ivory.
***
Hide and Seek
Hide and seek, says the Wind,
In the shade of the woods;
Hide and seek, says the Moon,
To the hazel buds;
Hide and seek, says the Cloud,
Star on to star;
Hide and seek, says the Moving ridge
At the harbour bar;
Hide and seek, says I,
To myself, and step
Out of the dream of Wake
Into the dream of Sleep.
T. E. Hulme
Fall
A impact of common cold in the Autumn night —
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a scarlet-faced farmer.
I did non cease to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the contemplative stars
With white faces similar town children.
***
The beach
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, biting night)
In one case, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now encounter I
That warmth'southward the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The onetime star-eaten blanket of the heaven,
That I may fold information technology round me and in comfort lie.
Richard Aldington
To Those Who Played for Safety in Life
I likewise might have worn starched cuffs,
Have gulped my morn repast in haste,
Have clothed myself in dismal staffs
Which prove a sober City sense of taste;
I also might take rocked and craned
In undergrounds for daily news,
And watched my soul abound slowly stained
To centre-grade unsightly hues...
I might take earned x pounds a week!
Richard Church
The Terminal Freedom
The blind man, when the skylark shakes
Trill over trill from the blue above,
Stares upwardly and from darkness wakes
Through sockets eloquent with love.
If our defective senses thus
Kindle at glories half-divined,
What of the joy awaiting u.s.a.
When death brings freedom to the heed?
George Barker
Summer Song Ii
Soft is the coolied dark, and absurd
These regions where the dreamers rule,
As Summer, in her rose and robe,
Astride the horses of the globe,
Drags, fighting, from the midnight sky,
The mushroom at whose glance we dice.
Philip Larkin
Cascade away that youth
That overflows the center
Into pilus and oral fissure;
Take the grave'southward role,
Tell the os's truth.
Throw abroad that youth
That jewel in the head
That bronze in the breath;
Walk with the dead
For fear of death.
***
Within the dream you said:
Let u.s.a. osculation then,
In this room, in this bed,
Merely when all's washed
We must non meet once again.
Hearing this last word,
There was no lambing-night,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
Every bit cold as my heart.
Home is and then sad. Information technology stays as information technology was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the terminal to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can encounter how it was:
Await at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
Ted Hughes
Kafka
And he is an owl
He is an owl, "Human" tattooed in his armpit
Under the broken fly
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he fell here)
Under the broken fly of huge shadow that twitches across the flooring.
He is a human being in hopeless feathers.
Brian Patten
A Talk with a Wood
Moving through you ane evening
when you offered shelter to
quiet things soaked in rain
I saw through your thinning branches
the beginnings of suburbs, and
frightened by the rain,
grey hares running upright in
afar fields, and quite lonely there
thought of nix but my footprints
being filled, and dearest, distilled
of people, drifted free, and then
the woods spoke with me.
William Butler Yeats
He Wishes for the Cloths of Sky
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gilded and silver calorie-free,
The blue and the dim and the nighttime cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
Just I, being poor, take merely my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because y'all tread on my dreams.
James Joyce
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale dark-green glow
The trees of the artery.
The onetime piano plays an air,
Sedate and deadening and gay;
She bends upon the xanthous keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thoughts and grave broad eyes and hands
That wander as they listing —
The twilight turns to darker blueish
With lights of amethyst.
***
Simples
O bella bionda,
Sei come l'onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance balmy
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a kid
Gathers the unproblematic salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging pilus
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the moving ridge is, fair, art thousand!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.
Walt Whitman
I dream'd in a dream I saw a metropolis invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the residual of the globe,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led
the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
Emily Dickinson
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may accept the trifle
Termed mortality!
To invest existence with a stately air
Needs just to recollect
That the acorn at that place
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!
***
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come up,
Give the ane in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
If I couldn't cheers,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'one thousand trying
With my Granite lip!
***
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are y'all — Nobody — besides?
Then there'due south a pair of united states!
Don't tell! They'd blackball us — you know!
How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell your name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
***
Heart! Nosotros volition forget him!
Yous and I - this evening!
Yous may forget the
Warmth he gave -
I will forget the Calorie-free!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
This is my alphabetic character to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty
Her Bulletin is committed
To Hands I cannot come across —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Guess tenderly — of Me
***
If I can stop i Middle from breaking
shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or absurd one Hurting
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest over again
I shall not live in Vain.
***
I never saw a Moor —
I never saw the Sea —
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Breaker exist.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven —
Notwithstanding sure am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given —
Carl Sandburg
Limited
I am riding on a express express, 1 of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blueish haze and night air go
fifteen all-steel coaches property a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall exist scrap and rust and all the men and
women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to
ashes.)
I inquire a man in the smoker where he is going and he answers:
"Omaha."
***
Prayers of Steel
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen former foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Bulldoze me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Accept cherry-red-hot rivets and fasten me into the cardinal girders.
Let me be the great nail belongings a skyscraper through bluish
nights into white stars.
Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'm going out to make clean the pasture spring;
I'll merely stop to rake the leaves away
(And expect to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. — You come besides.
I'm going out to fetch the niggling calf
That's standing by the mother. It'south so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'northward't be gone long. — You lot come besides.
***
Fire and Ice
Some say the world volition end in burn down,
Some say in water ice.
From what I've tasted of want
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if information technology had to perish twice,
I remember I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Walter Lowenfels
Message from Bert Brecht
And don't think
art
is that thespian over there
talking
to that other one
upstage
He's the 3rd one
yous don't come across
talking
to that other 1
you tin't hear
offstage
Langston Hughes
Porter
I must say
Yep, sir,
To you all the time.
Yes, sir!
Aye, sir!
All my days
Climbing up a groovy big mount
Of yes, sirs!
Rich old white man
Owns the globe
Gimme yo' shoes
To smoothen
Yes, sir!
Edward Lear
In that location was an One-time Man of Dumbree,
Who taught little Owls to drink Tea;
For he said, "To eat mice
Is not proper or overnice,"
That amiable Man of Dumbree.
***
At that place was on Sometime Human of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung loftier dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
Lewis Carroll
In that location was an eccentric old draper,
Who wore a lid fabricated of brownish paper,
Information technology went up to a point,
Yet it looked out of articulation,
The cause of which he said was "vapour."
***
At that place was once a young man of Oporta,
Who daily got shorter and shorter,
The reason he said
Was the hod on his head,
Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.
His sister named Lucy O'Finner,
Grew constantly thinner and thinner,
The reason was patently,
She slept out in the rain,
And was never immune whatever dinner.
John Donne
The Expiration
So, and then, intermission off this terminal lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
Plough thou ghost that manner, and allow me turn this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
We enquire none leave to love; nor volition we owe
Any, and so cheap a death, every bit saying, Go;
Go; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me get too.
Oh, if it have, let my word work on me,
And a just function on a murderer do.
Except it be too tardily, to impale me so,
Being double expressionless, going, and bidding, go.
Maya Angelou
Passing Time
Your pare like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure commencement.
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when information technology alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an always-stock-still mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'band bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Honey's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his angle sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with his cursory hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be fault and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth it is in vain you say
"Dearest not"—thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe'south talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Exhale it less gently forth—and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his dearest—was cured of all beside—
His folly—pride—and passion—for he died.
William Blake
Epigram
You lot say their Pictures well Painted be,
And nevertheless they are Blockheads you all agree,
Thank God, I never was sent to School
To be Flogg'd into following the Stile of a Fool.
The Errors of a Wise Human make your Rule
Rather than the Perfections of a Fool.
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
***
All pictures that's panted with sense and with idea
Are panted by madmen, as sure as a groat;
For the greater the fool is the pencil more blest,
As when they are drunkard they always pant best.
They never tin can Raphael information technology, Fuseli it, nor Blake it;
If they can't see an outline, pray how can they make it?
When men will depict outlines begin you lot to jaw them;
Madmen see outlines and therefore they draw them.
Wystan Hugh Auden
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to empathise;
He knew human folly like the back of his paw,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Thomas Stearns Eliot
The Boston Evening Transcript
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mountain the steps and ring the bong, turning
Wearily, as 1 would turn to nod proficient-farewell to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the terminate of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."
Oscar Wilde
Theoretikos
This mighty empire hath but feet of dirt:
Of all its ancient knightly and might
Our little isle is abdicate quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
And from its hills that voice hath passed away
Which spake of Freedom: O come out of it,
Come out of it my Soul, chiliad art not fit
For this vile traffic-firm, where 24-hour interval by day
Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart,
And the rude people rage with ignorant cries
Against an heritage of centuries.
It mars my at-home: wherefore in dreams of Art
And loftiest culture I would stand up apart,
Neither for God, nor for his enemies.
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