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").
241st Chorus
And how sweet a story it isWhen you hear Charley Parkertell it,Either on records or at sessions,Or at offical bits in clubs,Shots in the arm for the..
© Jack Kerouac
211th Chorus
The wheel of the quivering meatconceptionTurns in the void expelling human beings,Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,Mice, lice, lizards, rats..
© Jack Kerouac
1st Chorus Mexico City Blues
Butte Magic of IgnoranceButte MagicIs the same as no-ButteAll one lightOld Rough RoadsOne High IronMainwayDenver is the same'The guy I was with his..
© Jack Kerouac
149th Chorus
I keep falling in lovewith my mother,I dont want to hurt her-Of all people to hurt.Every time I see hershe's grown olderBut her uniform alwaysamazes..
© Jack Kerouac
10th Chorus Mexico City Blues
The great hanging weak teat of Indiaon the mapThe Fingernail of MalayaThe Wall of ChinaThe Korea Ti-Pousse ThumbThe Salamander Japanthe Okinawa Moon..
© Jack Kerouac
To A Rhinoceros
Rhinoceros, your hide looks all undone,You do not take my fancy in the least:You have a horn where other brutes have none:Rhinoceros, you are an ugly..
© Hilaire Belloc
Time Cures All
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,That I have loved you rather more than most.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Yak
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.You will find it exactly the thing:It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,Or lead it about..
© Hilaire Belloc
The World Is Full Of Double Beds
The world is full of double bedsAnd most delightful maidenheads,Which being so, there’s no excuseFor sodomy of self-abuse.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Whale
The Whale that wanders round the PoleIs not a table fish.You cannot bake or boil him wholeNor serve him in a dish;But you may cut his blubber upAnd..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Vulture
The Vulture eats between his meals,And that's the reason whyHe very, very, rarely feelsAs well as you and I.His eye is dull, his head is bald,His..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Tiger
The tiger, on the other hand,Is kittenish and mild,And makes a pretty playfellowFor any little child.And mothers of large families(Who claim to..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Telephone
To-night in million-voiced London IWas lonely as the million-pointed skyUntil your single voice. Ah! So the sunPeoples all heaven, although he be but..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Statue
When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will passAnd find a stone half-hidden in tall grassAnd grey with age: but having seen that stone(Which was your..
© Hilaire Belloc
The South Country
When I am living in the MidlandsThat are sodden and unkind,I light my lamp in the evening:My work is left behind;And the great hills of the South..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Scorpion
The Scorpion is as black as soot,He dearly loves to bite;He is a most unpleasant bruteTo find in bed at night.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Rebel
There is a wall of which the stonesAre lies and bribes and dead men's bones.And wrongfully this evil wallDenies what all men made for all,And..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Pelagian Drinking Song
Pelagius lived at KardanoelAnd taught a doctrine thereHow, whether you went to heaven or to hellIt was your own affair.It had nothing to do with the..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Pacifist
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight,But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Night
Most Holy Night, that still dost keepThe keys of all the doors of sleep,To me when my tired eyelids closeGive thou repose.And let the far lament of..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Mirror
The mirror held your fair, my Fair,A fickle moment's space.You looked into mine eyes, and thereFor ever fixed your face.Keep rather to your..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Microbe
The Microbe is so very smallYou cannot make him out at all,But many sanguine people hopeTo see him through a microscope.His jointed tongue that lies..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Marmozet
The species Man and MarmozetAre intimately linked;The Marmozet survives as yet,But Men are all extinct.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Loser
He lost his money first of allAnd losing that is half the storyAnd later on he tried a fallWith fate, in things less transitoryHe lost his heart-and..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Llama
The Llama is a wooly sort of fleecy hairy goat,With an indolent expression and an undulating throatLike an unsuccessful literary man.And I know the..
© Hilaire Belloc