nemesis (21 Poems)
Proletaria (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
THE SUNNY rounds of Earth contain An obverse to its Day, Our fertile Vagrancy’s domain, Wan Proletaria. From pole to pole of Poverty We stumble through the years, With hazy-lanterned Memory And Hope that never nears. … Continue reading
Old Town Types No27 – Sergeant Mat McGillicuddy (C J Dennis Poems)
King of all the old town, gaoler, censor, too,Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn’t do, Terror of the cattle-duffers in the northern scrubs, Keeping watch on criminals, cautioning the pubsOn those brief hours, in old days, … Continue reading
The Way Of The World (George Frederick Cameron Poems)
WE sneer and we laugh with the lip-the most of us do it, Whenever a brother goes down like a weed with the tide;We point with the finger and say-Oh, we knew it! we knew it! But, see! we are … Continue reading
The Grey Goshawk (C J Dennis Poems)
There is a flutter in the trees,And now a sudden, dread uneaseStills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums;Stills now the song of wren and thrush,Robin and honeyeater hush.Now, with a swoop, a whistling rush, Grey goshawk comes. I am … Continue reading
Nemesis (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
All things must fade. There is for cities tall The same tomorrow as for daffodils: Time’s wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills. Grim London’s ruined arches yet shall fall Back to the arms of Earth. A quiet pall … Continue reading
The Circuit Judge (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosionsEaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain —Almost as if an intangible Nemesis or hatredWere marking scores against me,But to destroy, and not preserve, my memory.I in life was the Circuit judge, … Continue reading
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot, While yet our England was a wolfish den; Before our … 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
Merlin II (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king’s affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its antipode, Each color with its counter glowed, To every tone beat answering tones, Higher or graver; Flavor gladly blends with … Continue reading
Merlin (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, peremptory, clear. No jingling serenader’s art, Nor tinkle of piano strings, Can make the wild blood start In its … Continue reading