Art Poems (5300 Poems)
The Dove (Sidney Lanier Poems)
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, “Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me not in scorn!” With soft halloos of heavenly love and pain; – Shouldst thou, O Spring! a-cower in coverts dark, … Continue reading
The Jacquerie A Fragment (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, And flamed, one brilliant instant, on the world, Then back into the historic moat was hurled And Night was King … Continue reading
The Symphony (Sidney Lanier Poems)
“O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart — ’tis tired of head: We’re all for love,” the violins said. “Of what avail the rigorous tale Of bill for coin and box for bale? Grant thee, … Continue reading
To Baynard Taylor (Sidney Lanier Poems)
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O’erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, And hear the beating of the hearts of trees, And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white By greenwood … Continue reading
To Beethoven (Sidney Lanier Poems)
In o’er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music’s bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone. O Psalmist of the weak, the strong, O Troubadour of love and strife, Co-Litanist of right and … Continue reading
To Charlotte Cushman (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam Into the slumb’rous tissue of some stream, Till his bright self o’er his bright copy seem Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream; So in this night of art thy soul doth … Continue reading
One Art (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. … Continue reading
The Enchantment (Thomas Otway Poem)
Did but look and love awhile, ‘Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will, And now I have no power. To sigh and wish is all my ease; Sighs which do not heat impart Enough to … Continue reading
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come together. And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow, A rock-strewn town where farming has fallen off, And sprout-lands … Continue reading
The Road to Success is Always Under Construction (Poem)
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position as of disposition. The best vitamin for making friends, B-1. If you don’t care where you’re going any road will … Continue reading