Poems about promenade (17 Poems)
Bridegroom Dick (Herman Melville Poems)
1876 Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring her tea,My old woman she says to me,“Feel ye, old man, how the season mellows?”And why should I not, … Continue reading
The Tourist (Hattie Howard Poems)
Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land, And prove the touring season actively begun; His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand, For each upon his frontlet bears his honest brand– The fool-ish one! By caravan and car, from country and from town, A great grasshopper … Continue reading
My “Promenade Solitaire” (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Up and down in my garden fair,Under the trellis where grapes will bloom,With the breath of violets in the air,As pallid Winter for Spring makes room,I walk and ponder, free from care,In my beautiful Promenade Solitaire. Back and forth in … Continue reading
City Lyrics (Nathaniel Parker Willis Poems)
Argument.-the poet starts from the bowling green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson’s for an ice, or (if she is inclined for more) ices. He confines his muse to matters which any every-day man and young woman may see … Continue reading
Lockerbie Street (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such a dear little street it is, nestled awayFrom the noise of the city and heat of the day,In cool shady coverts of whispering trees,With their leaves lifted up to shake hands with the breezeWhich in all its wide wanderings … Continue reading
“On a sleigh, padded with straw” (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
On a sleigh, padded with straw,Barely covered by the fateful mat,From the Vorobevy hills to the familiar chapelWe rode through enormous Moscow. But in Uglich, the children play mumbletypeg,And it smells of bread left in the oven.They carry me along … Continue reading
Cote D’Azur – Nice (Henry Jean-Marie Levet Poems)
To Francis Jourdain Scotland is veiled with its classic mists,Our beaches and our lakes are abandoned;November, supreme judge of the tubercularHas exiled me on the banks of the Mediterranean… I will have a wheelchair ‘full of soft scents’That a well-groomed … Continue reading
Words (Orhan Veli Kanik Poems)
You have one kind of beautyin the mirroranother in bed.Ignore their whispersdress upput your lipstick on.Comejust to spite themto the coffeehouseat promenade time.Let them whisper:you’re my friend,aren’t you? (Orhan Veli Kanik)
The College Widow (George Ade Poems)
When I was but a Freshman – and that was long ago -I saw her first, but did not learn her name. She was at a lecture, I believe, in the first or second row, And the Junior with her … Continue reading
A Wreath Of Sonnets (4/14) (France Preseren Poems)
These tear-stained flowers of a poet’s mind, Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare; My heart’s a garden: Love is sowing there Sad elegies each with my longing signed. You are their sun whose radiance, purblind, I seek in … Continue reading