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").

For Christmas Day: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

By Charles WesleyHark! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King,Peace on earth and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil’d.Hark! the herald..

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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas,My true love sent to meA partridge in a pear tree.The second day of Christmas,My true love sent to meTwo..

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A Visit from St. Nicholas

By Clement Clarke Moore'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were..

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Kora In Hell: Improvisations Xii

1The browned trees are singing for my thirty-fourth birthday. Leaves are beginning to fall upon the long grass. Their cold perfume raises the..

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Kora In Hell: Improvisations I

1Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further:..

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The Yachts

contend in a sea which the land partly enclosesshielding them from the too-heavy blowsof an ungoverned ocean which when it choosestortures the..

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From Book I, Paterson

Paterson lies in the valley under the Passaic Fallsits spent waters forming the outline of his back. Helies on his right side, head near the..

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Sonnet In Search Of An Author

Nude bodies like peeled logssometimes give off a sweetestodor, man and womanunder the trees in full excessmatching the cushion ofaromatic pine-drift..

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For Viola: De Gustibus

Beloved you areCaviar of CaviarOf all I love you bestO my Japanese bird nestNo herring from NorwayCan touch you for flavor. NayPimento itselfis flat..

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A Love Song

What have I to say to youWhen we shall meet?Yet—I lie here thinking of you.The stain of loveIs upon the world.Yellow, yellow, yellow,It eats into the..

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Sympathetic Portrait Of A Child

The murderer's little daughterwho is barely ten years oldjerks her shouldersright and leftso as to catch a glimpse of mewithout turning round.Her..

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It Is a Small Plant

It is a small plantdelicately branched andtapering conicallyto a point, each branchand the peak a wire forgreen pods, blind lanternsstarting upward..

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Love

Love is twain, it is not single,Gold and silver mixed to one,Passion ‘tis and pain which mingleGlist'ring then for aye undone.Pain it is not;..

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The Adoration Of The Kings

From the Nativitywhich I have already celebratedthe Babe in its Mother's armsthe Wise Men in their stolensplendorand Joseph and the..

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The Horse Show

Constantly near you, I never in my entiresixty-four years knew you so well as yesterdayor half so well. We talked. you were neverso lucid, so..

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Haymaking

The living quality ofthe man's mindstands outand its covert assertionsfor art, art, art!paintingthat the Renaissancetried to absorbbutit remained a..

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Muier

Oh, black Persian cat!Was not your lifealready cursed with offspring?We took you for rest to that oldYankee farm, — so lonelyand with so many field..

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The Parable Of The Blind

This horrible but superb paintingthe parable of the blindwithout a redin the composition shows a groupof beggars leadingeach other diagonally..

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Postlude

Now that I have cooled to youLet there be gold of tarnished masonry,Temples soothed by the sun to ruinThat sleep utterly.Give me hand for the..

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Sicilian Emigrant’s Song

O—eh—lee! La—la!Donna! Donna!Blue is the sky of Palermo;Blue is the little bay;And dost thou remember the orange and fig,The lively sun and the sea..

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Play

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am,by what devious means do you contriveto remain idle? Teach me, O master.

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Peasant Wedding

Pour the wine bridegroomwhere before you thebride is enthroned her hairloose at her temples a headof ripe wheat is onthe wall beside her theguests..

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Transitional

First he said:It is the woman in usThat makes us write-Let us acknowledge it-Men would be silent.We are not menTherefore we can speakAnd be..

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The Approaching Hour

You Communists and Republicans!all you Germans and Frenchmen!you corpses and quickeners!The stars are about to meltand fall on you in tears.Get..

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Proletarian Poet

A big young bareheaded womanin an apronHer hair slicked back standingon the streetOne stockinged foot toeingthe sidewalkHer shoe in her hand...

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