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").
Everybody Tells Me Everything
I find it very difficult to enthuseOver the current news.Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it..
© Ogden Nash
Come On In, The Senility Is Fine
People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.The entrance requirements for..
© Ogden Nash
Old Men
People expect old men to die,They do not really mourn old men.Old men are different. People lookAt them with eyes that wonder when…People watch with..
© Ogden Nash
The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begsIs those things arms, or is they legs?I marvel at thee, Octopus;If I were thou, I'd call me Us.
© Ogden Nash
First Child ... Second Child
FIRSTBe it a girl, or one of the boys,It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetricianHave possibly been a..
© Ogden Nash
Children's Party
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?I wish to retire till the party's over.Since three o'clock I've done my bestTo entertain each tiny guest. My..
© Ogden Nash
I Didn't Go To Church Today
I didn't go to church today,I trust the Lord to understand.The surf was swirling blue and white,The children swirling on the sand.He knows, He knows..
© Ogden Nash
Crossing The Border
Senescence beginsAnd middle age endsThe day your descendentsOutnumber your friends.
© Ogden Nash
To My Valentine
More than a catbird hates a cat,Or a criminal hates a clue,Or the Axis hates the United States,That's how much I love you.I love you more than a duck..
© Ogden Nash
A Caution To Everybody
Consider the auk;Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.Consider man, who may well become extinctBecause he forgot how to..
© Ogden Nash
A Drink With Something In It
There is something about a Martini,A tingle remarkably pleasant;A yellow, a mellow Martini;I wish I had one at present.There is something about a..
© Ogden Nash
Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer
This is a song to celebrate banks,Because they are full of money and you go into them and allyou hear is clinks and clanks,Or maybe a sound like the..
© Ogden Nash
A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty
Unwillingly Miranda wakes,Feels the sun with terror,One unwilling step she takes,Shuddering to the mirror.Miranda in Miranda's sightIs old and gray..
© Ogden Nash
The Tale Of Custard The Dragon
Belinda lived in a little white house,With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,And a realio..
© Ogden Nash
Common Cold
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!You shall not sneer at me.Pick up your hat and stethoscope,Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;I contemplate a joy..
© Ogden Nash
Always Marry An April Girl
Praise the spells and bless the charms,I found April in my arms.April golden, April cloudy,Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;April soft in flowered..
© Ogden Nash
A Word To Husbands
To keep your marriage brimmingWith love in the loving cup,Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;Whenever you’re right, shut up.
© Ogden Nash
Adventures Of Isabel
Isabel met an enormous bear,Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.The..
© Ogden Nash
Otho The Great - Act V
SCENE I.A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague in the midst of miseries.Go..
© John Keats
Otho The Great - Act Iv
SCENE I.AURANTHE'S Apartment.AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardyWe are cag'd in; you need not pester..
© John Keats
Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domainOf Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--The bosomer of clouds..
© John Keats
Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,Dwells here and there with people of no name,In noisome alley, and in..
© John Keats
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford
I.The Gothic looks solemn,The plain Doric columnSupports an old Bishop and Crosier;The mouldering arch,Shaded o'er by a larchStands next door to..
© John Keats