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").
The Lonely Garden
I WONDER what the trees will say,The trees that used to share his play,An' knew him as the little ladWho used to wander with his dad.They've watched..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Service
I have no wealth of gold to give away,But I can pledge to worthy causes these:I'll give my strength, my days and hours of ease,My finest thought and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Christmas, 1918
They give their all, this Christmastide, that peace on earth shall reign;Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave blood has left its stain;With ribbons..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Homes Of Joy
I LIKE the homes where a Teddy BearMonopolizes the best arm chair,Where the sofa a rag doll occupiesAnd a train of cars in the corner lies;For those..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Two-An'-Six
Merry voices chatterin',Nimble feet dem patterin',Big an' little, faces gay,Happy day dis market day.Sateday, de marnin' break,Soon, soon..
© Claude McKay
Joy In The Woods
There is joy in the woods just now,The leaves are whispers of song,And the birds make mirth on the boughAnd music the whole day long,And God! to..
© Claude McKay
Winter In The Country
Sweet life! how lovely to be hereAnd feel the soft sea-laden breezeStrike my flushed face, the spruce's fairFree limbs to see, the lesser trees'Bare..
© Claude McKay
Wild May
Aleta mentions in her tender letters,Among a chain of quaint and touching things,That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters,And given to strange..
© Claude McKay
Homing Swallows
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main,O rain-birds racing merrily awayFrom hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plainOf wilting plants and..
© Claude McKay
Polarity
Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind,For there's no plane on which we two may meet?Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind,And life is of..
© Claude McKay
Russian Cathedral
Bow down my soul in worship very lowAnd in the holy silences be lost.Bow down before the marble man of woe,Bow down before the singing angel..
© Claude McKay
To O.E.A.
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast,And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in the night.Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree..
© Claude McKay
On A Primitive Canoe
Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane,Before a mud-splashed window long I pauseTo gaze and gaze, while through my active brainStill thoughts are..
© Claude McKay
La Paloma In London
About Soho we went before the light;We went, unresting six, craving new fun,New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered nightOf rollicking laughter..
© Claude McKay
Tormented
I will not reason, wrestle here with you,Though you pursue and worry me about;As well put forth my swarthy arm to stopThe wild wind howling, darkly..
© Claude McKay
Morning Joy
At night the wide and level stretch of wold,Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold,Far as the eye could see was ghostly white;Dark was the night..
© Claude McKay
To Winter
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows!There is a subtle sweetness in the sun,The ripples on the stream's breast gaily run,The wind more..
© Claude McKay
One Year After
INot once in all our days of poignant love,Did I a single instant give to theeMy undivided being wholly free.Not all thy potent passion could..
© Claude McKay
The Plateau
It was the silver, heart-enveloping viewOf the mysterious sea-line far away,Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day,That made it dear and beautiful to..
© Claude McKay
Memorial
Your body was a sacred cell always,A jewel that grew dull in garish light,An opal which beneath my wondering gazeGleamed rarely, softly throbbing in..
© Claude McKay
Subway Wind
Far down, down through the city's great, gaunt gut,The gray train rushing bears the weary wind;In the packed cars the fans the crowd's breath..
© Claude McKay
To One Coming North
At first you'll joy to see the playful snow,Like white moths trembling on the tropic air,Or waters of the hills that softly flowGracefully falling..
© Claude McKay
O Word I Love To Sing
O word I love to sing! thou art too tenderFor all the passions agitating me;For all my bitterness thou art too tender,I cannot pour my red soul into..
© Claude McKay
Jasmines
Your scent is in the room.Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me!Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume,Heavy with dew before the dawn of..
© Claude McKay
On Broadway
About me young careless feetLinger along the garish street;Above, a hundred shouting signsShed down their bright fantastic glowUpon the merry crowd..
© Claude McKay