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").

Ad Piscatorem

FOR these are sacred fishes allWho know that lord that is the lord of all;Come to the brim and nose the friendly handThat sways and can beshadow all..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ad Olum

CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word{in what I singIf I no longer hail thee { King and Lord{ Lord and KingI have redeemed myself with all I..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ad Nepotem

O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at homeWe're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;And in the country, still conjoined by fate,Behold our villas..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ad Martialem

GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could beTo enjoy our days set wholly free;To the true life together bend our mind,And take a furlough from the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ad Magistrum Ludi

NOW in the skyAnd on the hearth ofNow in a drawer the direful cane,That sceptre of the . . . reign,And the long hawser, that on the backOf Marsyas..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

About The Sheltered Garden Ground

ABOUT the sheltered garden groundThe trees stand strangely still.The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,Nor yet so high the hill.An awful sense of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

A Valentine's Song

MOTLEY I count the only wearThat suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,Who boldly smile upon despairAnd shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

A Thought

It is very nice to thinkThe world is full of meat and drink,With little children saying graceIn every Christian kind of place.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

A Good Play

We built a ship upon the stairsAll made of the back-bedroom chairs,And filled it full of soft pillowsTo go a-sailing on the billows.We took a saw and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

A Good Boy

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.And now at last the sun is going down..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden Of Verses

For the long nights you lay awakeAnd watched for my unworthy sake:For your most comfortable handThat led me through the uneven land:For all the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Haze

KEEP a red heart of memoriesUnder the great gray rain sheds of the sky,Under the open sun and the yellow gloaming embers.Remember all paydays of..

© Carl Sandburg

Have Me

Have me in the blue and the sun.Have me on the open sea and the mountains.When I go into the grass of the sea floor, I will go alone.This is where I..

© Carl Sandburg

Haunts

There are places I go when I am strong.One is a marsh pool where I used to gowith a long-ear hound-dog.One is a wild crabapple tree; I was therea..

© Carl Sandburg

Hats

HATS, where do you belong?what is under you?On the rim of a skyscraper's foreheadI looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:Swarming with a..

© Carl Sandburg

Hate

ONE man killed another. The saying between them had been 'I'd give you theshirt off my back.'The killer wept over the dead. The dead if he looks back..

© Carl Sandburg

Harvest Sunset

RED gold of pools,Sunset furrows six o'clock,And the farmer done in the fieldsAnd the cows in the barns with bulging udders.Take the cows and the..

© Carl Sandburg

Harrison Street Court

I heard a woman's lipsSpeaking to a companionSay these words:"A woman what hustlesNever keeps nothin'For all her hustlin'.Somebody always getsWhat..

© Carl Sandburg

Happiness

I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tellme what is happiness.And I went to famous executives who boss the work ofthousands of..

© Carl Sandburg

Handfuls

BLOSSOMS of babiesBlinking their storiesCome softOn the dusk and the babble;Little red gamblers,Handfuls that slept in the dust.Summers of..

© Carl Sandburg

Halsted Street Car

Come you, cartoonists,Hang on a strap with me hereAt seven o’clock in the morningOn a Halsted street car.Take your pencilsAnd draw these faces.Try..

© Carl Sandburg

Half Moon In A High Wind

MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it,O mooney moon, yellow half moon,Up over the green pines and gray elms,Up in the new blue.Streel, streel,White..

© Carl Sandburg

Gypsy

I asked a gypsy palTo imitate an old imageAnd speak old wisdom.She drew in her chin,Made her neck and headThe top piece of a Nile obeliskand..

© Carl Sandburg

Grieg Being Dead

GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art.Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he was any good or not.Grieg being with Ibsen, Björnson..

© Carl Sandburg

Graves

I dreamed one man stood against a thousand,One man damned as a wrongheaded fool.One year and another he walked the streets,And a thousand shrugs and..

© Carl Sandburg