Poems about chant (31 Poems)
When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven (James Joyce Poem)
When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate. His song is softer than the dew And he is come to visit you. O bend … Continue reading
The Church On Comiaken Hill (Richard Hugo Poem)
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today’s bad sky about to rain. We’re white and understand why Indians sold butter for the funds to build this church. Four hens and a rooster huddle on the porch. We are … Continue reading
A Lyric to Mirth (Robert Herrick Poem)
While the milder fates consent, Let’s enjoy our merriment : Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ; Kiss our dollies night and day : Crowned with clusters of the vine, Let us sit, and quaff our wine. Call on … Continue reading
The Farewell XXVIII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken.” And he answered, Was it I who spoke? Was I not also a listener? Then he descended … Continue reading
Plutonian Ode (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative, Scientific theme First penned unmindful by Doctor Seaborg with poison- ous hand, named for Death’s … Continue reading
The Farmers Seed (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
The farmer lies wide awake at night, In his heart is filled with a fright. Tomorrow he will plant his seeds, And he hopes they will supply his needs. ***** He doesn’t know where or what to plant, That will … Continue reading
Extraordinary Feats (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ordinary people, extraordinary things things they could not do done done in the name of Jesus, the martyred king the Messiah killed by the chant, the judgment of his people rulers unable to see beyond to see the divine, to … Continue reading
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, “Our music’s in the hills; “- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If thou knew’st who calls To twilight parks of beech and pine, High over the river intervals, Above the ploughman’s highest … Continue reading
To Dan (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
STEP me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay – Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. Diagnosis, cease your squalling – Check that scalpel’s senseless bawling, Put that ugly knife … Continue reading
We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing – ‘Tisn’t all Hock — with us – Life has its Ale – But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy – We chant — for cheer — when … Continue reading