Poems about malediction (14 Poems)
The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL. Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!O ye spirits!From its station drag the ponderousCross of iron, that to mock usIs uplifted high in air! … Continue reading
Yorkshire Dip (Nathaniel Bloomfield Poems)
Once on a time, old Legends say,‘Twas on a sultry Summer’s day,A Grecian God forsook the Skies,To taste of Earth’s felicities.Clad like a rusticated elf,(Perhaps _incog._ ’twas Jove himself)He travers’d hills, and glens, and woods,And verdant lawns, by crystal floods;For … Continue reading
Late Night with Fog and Horses (Raymond Clevie Carver Poems)
They were in the living room. Saying theirgoodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.They’d been through a lot together, but nowthey couldn’t go another step. Besides, for himthere was someone else. Tears were fallingwhen a horse stepped out of the foginto … Continue reading
Hated (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
YOU ask me where love fails me?–what I hate?I cannot blame, for all, I hold, is fate;Yet there are hateful, unblameworthy thingsThat sap life’s nobler mercies at their springs;–All deathward, pious-voiced uncleannesses;All cold, conceited, mouthing meannesses.Time-serving pietists who lie for … Continue reading
At Love’s Beginning. (Robert Crawford Poems)
I might not have it then – I might not, yetShe was so near to me, could I forgetShe might be nearer? There was in her eyes -What shall I say? – a hint of the sunriseOf her heart’s day: … Continue reading
Metabole. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON. O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured timeHast thou, observant from thy astral poise,Thy ever-changing station in the skies,Beheld the wastes of earth, of air and … Continue reading
Heard On The Mountain (Francis Thompson Poems)
From Hugo’s ‘Feuilles d’Automne’. Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant riseUp to the mountain’s summit, in the presence of the skies?Was’t on the borders of the South? or on the Bretagne coast?And at the basis of the … Continue reading
Lines From A Plutocratic Poetaster To A Ditch-digger (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
Sullen, grimy, labouring person, As I passed you in my car, I could sense your muffled curse on It and me and my cigar; And though mute your malediction, I could … Continue reading
Sonnet LXVI: “Tonight I walked with the grim Florentine” (George Henry Boker Poems)
LXVI Tonight I walked with the grim Florentine Through all the woes of his material hell; And wondered greatly of the joy which fell On his stern spirit o’er the foes who pine Forever in those waves of fiery brine … Continue reading
The Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind Now send me … Continue reading