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").
A Marine Etching
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,A gray fog..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A March Snow
Let the old snow be covered with the new:The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.Let it be hidden wholly from our viewBy pure white..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Man's Repentance
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,Under the gaslight I saw a faceA woman's face! and I swear to heavenIt looked like the ghastly ghost..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Maiden's Secret
I have written this day down in my heartAs the sweetest day in the season;From all of the others I've set it apart---But I will not tell you the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Maiden To Her Mirror
He said he loved me! Then he called my hairSilk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;And swore my..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Lovers' Quarrel
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.And all through the riotous ardent weatherWe dreamed, and loved, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Leaf
Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,That you were married, or soon to be.I have not thought of you, I believe,Since last we parted. Let me see:Five..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Holiday
The WifeThe house is like a garden,The children are the flowers,The gardener should come methinksAnd walk among his bowers,Oh! lock the door on..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Grey Mood
As we hurry away to the end, my friend,Of this sad little farce called existence,We are sure that the future will bring one thing,And that is the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Golden Day
The subtle beauty of this dayHangs o'er me like a fairy spell,And care and grief have flown away,And every breeze sings, "all is well."I ask, "Holds..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Glass Of Wine
'What's in a glass of wine?'There, set the glass where I can look within.Now listen to me, friend, while I beginAnd tell you what I seeWhat I behold..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Girl's Autumn Reverie
We plucked a red rose, you and IAll in the summer weather;Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,Enjoyed by us together.The rose is dead, the summer..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fisherman's Baby
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;Then sleep..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fatal Impress
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across the hedge,Singing their blithe..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fallen Leaf
A trusting little leaf of green,A bold audacious frost;A rendezvous, a kiss or two,And youth for ever lost.Ah, me!The bitter, bitter cost.A flaunting..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Fable
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,One day all meet togetherTo hold a caucus and settle the fateOf a certain bird..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Burial
Today I had a burial of my dead.There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,No prayers were uttered and no tears were shedI only turned a picture to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Baby In The House
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,And the good wife..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It Might Have Been
We will be what we could be. Do not say,"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."No fate can keep us from the chosen way;He only might..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“Healthy Body, Happy Mind”
Today is World Health Day, hooray!We learn to care for our body each day.Eat fruits and veggies, colors so bright,Jump and run, play from morning..
© World Health Day
Psalme Cxxxvii.
By Euphrates' flowry sideWe did bide,From deare Juda faire absented,Tearing the aire with our cryes ;And our eyesWith their streames his streame..
© John Donne
The Soule
Thee, eye of heaven, this great soule envies not;By thy male force is all wee have begot;In the first East thou now begins to shine;Suck'st early..
© John Donne
Good Friday
(Riding Westward.)Let man's soule be a spheare, and then in thisThe intelligence that moves devotion is;And as the other spheares by being..
© John Donne
To Sir Henry Wotton
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but for theseI could..
© John Donne
To Sir Henry Goodyere
WHO makes the last a pattern for next year,Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;Seen things he sees again, heard things doth hear,And..
© John Donne