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 Caller
'Why, Goldenson, you're looking very well.'Said Death as, strolling through the County Jail,He entered that serene assassin's cellAnd hung his hat..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bulletin
'Lothario is very low,'So all the doctors tell.Nay, nay, not _so_-he will be, though,If ever he get well.
© Ambrose Bierce
A Builder
I saw the devil-he was working free:A customs-house he builded by the sea.'Why do you this?' The devil raised his head;'Churches and courts I've..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bubble
Mrs. Mehitable Marcia MooreWas a dame of superior mind,With a gown which, modestly fitting before,Was greatly puffed up behind.The bustle she wore..
© Ambrose Bierce
A 'Born Leader Of Men'
Tuckerton Tamerlane Morey MahoshIs a statesman of world-wide fame,With a notable knack at rhetorical boshTo glorify somebody's nameSomebody chosen by..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Black-List
'Resolved that we will post,' the tradesmen say,'All names of debtors who do never pay.''Whose shall be first?' inquires the ready scribe'Who are the..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bit Of Science
What! photograph in colors? 'Tis a dreamAnd he who dreams it is not overwise,If colors are vibration they but seem,And have no being. But if Tyndall..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bequest To Music
'Let music flourish!' So he said and died.Hark! ere he's gone the minstrelsy begins:The symphonies ascend, a swelling tide,Melodious thunders fill..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Ballad Of Pikeville
Down in Southern Arizona where the Gila monster thrives,And the 'Mescalero,' gifted with a hundred thousand lives,Every hour renounces one of them by..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bad Night
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.VILLIAM _a Sen_NEEDLESON _a Sidniduc_SMILER _a Scheister_KI-YI _a Trader_GRIMGHAST _a Spader_SARALTHIA _a Love-lorn Nymph_NELLIBRAC..
© Ambrose Bierce
Australia's Men
THERE are some that go for love of a fightAnd some for love of a land,And some for a dream of the world set freeWhich they barely understand.A drearn..
© Dorothea Mackellar
An Old Song
The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.My flowers will never come to fruit, but I..
© Dorothea Mackellar
The Waiting Life
Since it befell, with work and strifeI had not time to live my lifeI turned away from it untilWork should be done and strife be still.My hands and..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Burning Off
They're burning off at the Rampadells,The tawny flames uprise,With greedy licking around the trees;The fierce breath sears our eyes.From cores..
© Dorothea Mackellar
In A Southern Garden
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze,And bats begin their jerky skimming flight,And the creamy scented blossoms of the..
© Dorothea Mackellar
The Colours Of Light
This is not easy to understandFor you that come from a distant landWhere all thecolours are low in pitch -Deep purples, emeralds deep and rich,Where..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Colour
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,Unknowing, day by day,That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colourThat will not pass away..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Dawn
At the dawning of the day,On the road to Gunnedah,When the sky is pink and greyAs the wings of a wild galah,And the last night-shadow ebbsFrom the..
© Dorothea Mackellar
The Dreamer
Over the crest of the Hill of Sleep,Over the plain where the mists lie deep,Into a country of wondrous things,Enter we dreaming, and know we're..
© Dorothea Mackellar
The Open Sea
From my window I can see,Where the sandhills dip,One far glimpse of open sea.Just a slender slipCurving like a crescent moon—Yet a greater prizeThan..
© Dorothea Mackellar
My Country
The love of field and coppice,Of green and shaded lanes.Of ordered woods and gardensIs running in your veins,Strong love of grey-blue distanceBrown..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Fire
This life that we call our ownIs neither strong nor free;A flame in the wind of death,It trembles ceaselessly.And this all we can doTo use our little..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Sables Mouvants
Démons et merveillesVents et maréesAu loin déjà la mer s'est retiréeDémons et merveillesVents et maréesEt toiComme une algue doucement carressée par..
© Jacques Prevert
Chanson Du Geôlier
Où vas-tu beau geôlierAvec cette clé tachée de sangJe vais délivrer celle que j'aimeS'il en est encore tempsEt que j'ai enferméeTendrement..
© Jacques Prevert
Presque
A FontainebleauDevant l'hôtel de l'Aigle NoirIl y a un taureau sculpté par Rosa BonheurUn peu plus loin tout autourIl y a la forêtEt un peu plus loin..
© Jacques Prevert