Infoplease Editors' Blog - Poem

Trees

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:36:59 +0000

Summer's Armies

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:32:53 +0000

Spring Night

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:29:36 +0000

Good-Bye

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 05:34:35 +0000

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 05:26:56 +0000

The Second Coming

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 05:19:19 +0000

The Road not taken

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 05:10:30 +0000

The Promise of the Morning Star

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 05:05:00 +0000

Path that leads to Nowhere

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 04:48:12 +0000

Imitation of Spenser

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 04:38:26 +0000

When the Wind is low

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 03:56:40 +0000

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 03:54:10 +0000

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss!

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Music

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:20:55 +0000

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let me go where'er I will,
I hear a sky-born music still:
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from all things young,
From all that's fair, from all that's foul,
Peals out a cheerful song.

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Another Spring

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:11:24 +0000

by Christina Rossetti

If I might see another Spring
  I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
  My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet
  My white or azure violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
  To blow at once, not late.

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A Fixed Idea

Karl DeBisschop — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:13:51 +0000

by Amy Lowell

What torture lurks
    within a single thought
When grown too constant,
    and however kind,
However welcome still,
    the weary mind
Aches with its presence. 
    Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly;
    unsought

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Song of the Open Road

Karl DeBisschop — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 02:52:48 +0000

by Walt Whitman

Afoot and light-hearted
     I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me
     leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune,
     I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more,
     postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints,
     libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content
     I travel the open road.

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I know not why

Karl DeBisschop — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 23:09:08 +0000

by Morris Rosenfeld

I lift mine eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping, so am I;
I lift mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling, so am I.
Why do I smile?  Why do I weep?
I do not know; it lies too deep.

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The Great Hunt

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:34:30 +0000

by Carl Sandburg

I cannot tell you now;
   When the wind's drive and whirl
   Blow me along no longer,
   And the wind's a whisper at last —
Maybe I'll tell you then —
                            some other time.

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A Winter Ride

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:01:13 +0000

by Amy Lowell

Who shall declare the joy of the running!
 Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,
 Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
Everything mortal has moments immortal,
 Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.

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My Secret

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:58:49 +0000

by Christina Rossetti

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not to-day; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.

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"Stupid Stuff"

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:49:59 +0000

by A. E. Housman

 "Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.

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Free Verse

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:34:59 +0000

by Robert Graves

I now delight
In spite
Of the might
And the right
Of classic tradition,
In writing
And reciting
Straight ahead,
Without let or omission...

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Casey At The Bat

Karl DeBisschop — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 01:42:00 +0000

by Ernest L. Thayer

The outlook wasn't brilliant
   for the Mudville nine that day;
 The score stood four to two,
   with but one inning more to play,
 And then when Cooney died at first,
   and Barrows did the same,
 A pall-like silence fell
   upon the patrons of the game.

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Berkshires in April

Karl DeBisschop — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 01:31:30 +0000

by Clement Wood

It is not Spring - not yet  -
But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birch
Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds
Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms.

It is not Spring - not yet -
But at Hoosick Falls I saw a robin strutting...

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When I am dead and Sister to the Dust

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 04 Apr 2007 11:00:28 +0000

by Elsa Barker

When I am dead and sister to the dust;
 When no more avidly I drink the wine
 Of human love; when the pale Proserpine
Has covered me with poppies, and cold rust
Has cut my lyre-strings...

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He whom a Dream hath possessed

Karl DeBisschop — Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:44:59 +0000

by Shaemas O Sheel

He whom a dream hath possessed
    knoweth no more of doubting,
For mist and the blowing of winds and
    the mouthing of words he scorns;
Not the sinuous speech of schools
    he hears, but a knightly shouting,
And never comes darkness down,
    yet he greeteth a million morns.

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The Automobile

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 21:22:05 +0000

by Percy MacKaye

Fluid the world flowed under us: the hills
   Billow on billow of umbrageous green
   Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons, seen
One rapturous instant, blind with flash of rills
And silver-rising storms and dewy stills
   Of dripping boulders, till the dim ravine
   Drowned us again in leafage...

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The Author To Her Book

Karl DeBisschop — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:17:07 +0000

by Anne Bradstreet

Thou ill-formed offspring
    of my feeble brain,
Who after birth
    did'st by my side remain,
Till snatcht from thence by friends,
    less wise than true,
Who thee abroad exposed
    to public view,
Made thee in rags,
    halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened
    (all may judge).

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On the Grasshopper and Cricket

Karl DeBisschop — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 02:14:16 +0000

by John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

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To the Thawing Wind

Karl DeBisschop — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 02:14:16 +0000

by Robert Frost

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow…

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Infoplease Editors' Blog - Poem

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

Summer's Armies

by Emily Dickinson

Spring Night

by Sara Teasedale

Good-Bye

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

by William Shakespeare

The Second Coming

by William Butler Yeats

The Road not taken

by Robert Frost

The Promise of the Morning Star

by Amy Lowell

Path that leads to Nowhere

by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson

Imitation of Spenser

by John Keats

When the Wind is low

by Cale Young Rice

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Music

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Another Spring

by Christina Rossetti

A Fixed Idea

by Amy Lowell

Song of the Open Road

by Walt Whitman

I know not why

by Morris Rosenfeld

The Great Hunt

by Carl Sandburg

A Winter Ride

by Amy Lowell

My Secret

by Christina Rossetti

"Stupid Stuff"

by A. E. Housman

Free Verse

by Robert Graves

Casey At The Bat

by Ernest L. Thayer

Berkshires in April

by Clement Wood

When I am dead and Sister to the Dust

by Elsa Barker

He whom a Dream hath possessed

by Shaemas O Sheel

The Automobile

by Percy MacKaye

The Author To Her Book

by Anne Bradstreet

On the Grasshopper and Cricket

by John Keats

To the Thawing Wind

by Robert Frost