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 Letter To My Aunt
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern PoetryTo you, my aunt, who would exploreThe literary Chankley Bore,The paths are hard..
© Dylan Thomas
Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,The night above the dingle starry,Time let..
© Dylan Thomas
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
Never until the mankind makingBird beast and flowerFathering and all humbling darknessTells with silence the last light breakingAnd the still hourIs..
© Dylan Thomas
Clown In The Moon
My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows.I think, that if..
© Dylan Thomas
A Child's Christmas In Wales
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices..
© Dylan Thomas
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have no dominion.Dead man naked they shall be oneWith the man in the wind and the west moon;When their bones are picked clean and the..
© Dylan Thomas
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their..
© Dylan Thomas
Your Brother Has A Falcon
Your brother has a falcon,Your sister has a flower;But what is left for mannikin,Born within a hour?I'll nurse you on my knee, my knee,My own little..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Wrens And Robins In The Hedge
Wrens and robins in the hedge,Wrens and robins here and there;Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,Everywhere! C
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Within The Veil
She holds a lily in her hand,Where long ranks of Angels stand,A silver lily for her wand.All her hair falls sweeping down;Her hair that is a golden..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Winter: My Secret
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:Perhaps some day, who knows?But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,And you're too curious: fie!You want to..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Winter Rain
Every valley drinks,Every dell and hollow;Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,Green of Spring will follow.Yet a lapse of weeksBuds will burst their..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Wife To Husband
Pardon the faults in me,For the love of years ago:Good-bye.I must drift across the sea,I must sink into the snow,I must die.You can bask in this..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Why Did Baby Die?
Why did baby die,Making Father sigh,Mother cry?Flowers, that bloom to die,Make no replyOf ‘why?’But bow and die.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Shall Deliver Me?
God strengthen me to bear myself;That heaviest weight of all to bear,Inalienable weight of care.All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things?
As violets so be I recluse and sweet,Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare,Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat,Still sweetening wintry air.While..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Has Seen The Wind?
Who has seen the wind?Neither I nor you.But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I.But..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,With blades of grass between,Each daisy stands up like a starOut of a sky of green.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
When the cows come home the milk is coming,Honey's made while the bees are humming;Duck and drake on the rushy lake,And the deer live safe in the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When I Am Dead, My Dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up
When fishes set umbrellas upIf the rain-drops run,Lizards will want their parasolsTo shade them from the sun.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When A Mounting Skylark Sings
When a mounting skylark singsIn the sunlit summer morn,I know that heaven is up on high,And on earth are fields of corn.But when a nightingale..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Would I Give
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do!Hard and cold and small, of all..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Will You Give Me For My Pound?
What will you give me for my pound?Full twenty shillings round.What will you give me for my shilling?Twelve pence to give I'm willing.What will you..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Does The Donkey Bray About?
What does the donkey bray about?What does the pig grunt through his snout?What does the goose mean by a hiss?Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this,I'll..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti