Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Hits And Runs

I REMEMBER the Chillicothe ball players grappling the Rock Island ball players ina sixteen-inning game ended by darkness.And the shoulders of the..

© Carl Sandburg

His Own Face Hidden

HOKUSAI'S portrait of himselfTells what his hat was likeAnd his arms and legs. The only facesAre a river and a mountainAnd two laughing farmers.The..

© Carl Sandburg

High Conspiratorial Person

OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of suchscrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the..

© Carl Sandburg

Hemlock And Cedar

THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs ... near the shingle mill ... wintermorning.Falling of a dry leaf might be heard ... circular steel tears..

© Carl Sandburg

Hell On The Wabash

When country fiddlers held a convention inDanville, the big money went to a barn danceartist who played Turkey in the Straw, withvariations.They..

© Carl Sandburg

Helga

THE WISHES on this child's mouthCame like snow on marsh cranberries;The tamarack kept something for her;The wind is ready to help her shoes.The north..

© Carl Sandburg

For Richmond's Garden Wall

WHEN Thomas set this tablet here,Time laughed at the vain chanticleer;And ere the moss had dimmed the stone,Time had defaced that garrison.Now I in..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God Of The Spring

The coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fixed Is The Doom

FIXED is the doom; and to the last of yearsTeacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child,Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholdsHis..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days

FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your daysThough lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,A lesser life, that what is his of skyGladly would give..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Farewell To The Farm

The coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Farewell

FAREWELL, and when forthI through the Golden Gates to Golden IslesSteer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,Isle upon isle, in the seas of the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fairy Bread

Come up here, O dusty feet!Here is fairy ready to eat.Here in my retiring room,Children ,you may dineOn the golden smell of broomAnd the shade of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fair Isle At Sea

FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely nameSoft in my ear like music came.That sea I loved, and once or twiceI touched at isles of Paradise.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Escape At Bedtime

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone outThrough the blinds and the windows and bars;And high overhead and all moving about,There were..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Epitaphium Erotii

HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years oldFate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold,Who shall succeed me in my rural field),To this small spirit..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses"

WHETHER upon the garden seatYou lounge with your uplifted feetUnder the May's whole Heaven of blue;Or whether on the sofa you,No grown up person..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano

EARLY in the morning I hear on your pianoYou (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to play.Mostly little minds should take and tackle their..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Duddingstone

WITH caws and chirrupings, the woodsIn this thin sun rejoice.The Psalm seems but the little kirkThat sings with its own voice.The cloud-rifts share..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods"

TO her, for I must still regard herAs feminine in her degree,Who has been my unkind bombarderYear after year, in grief and glee,Year after year, with..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Dedication

MY first gift and my last, to youI dedicate this fascicle of songs -The only wealth I have:Just as they are, to you.I speak the truth in soberness..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Death, To The Dead For Evermore

DEATH, to the dead for evermoreA King, a God, the last, the best of friends -Whene'er this mortal journey endsDeath, like a host, comes smiling to..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

De M. Antonio

NOW Antoninus, in a smiling age,Counts of his life the fifteenth finished stage.The rounded days and the safe years he sees,Nor fears death's water..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

De Ligurra

YOU fear, Ligurra - above all, you long -That I should smite you with a stinging song.This dreadful honour you both fear and hope -Both all in vain:..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

De Hortis Julii Martialis

MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please,Beyond the glades of the Hesperides;Along Janiculum lies the chosen blockWhere the cool grottos trench the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson