Celebrities Poems (9 Poems)
The First Elegy (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
Ovid’s Tristia Freely Rendered Go, little book, make haste away,Go to the joyful victory seat.I go not with you, I must stay,For by Jove’s lightning I was hit.Go, poorly clad and indigent!Put on your Master’s mourning dress,As is befitting banishment,And … Continue reading
On Bancroft Height (Hattie Howard Poems)
On Bancroft height Aurora’s face Shines brighter than a star, As stepping forth in dewy grace, The gates of day unbar; And lo! the firmament, the hills, And the vales that intervene– Creation’s self with gladness thrills To greet the matin queen. On Bancroft height the atmosphere Is … Continue reading
I had a hippopotamus (Patrick Barrington Poems)
I had a hippopotamus; I kept him in a shedAnd fed him upon vitamins and vegetable bread.I made him my companion on many cheery walks,And had his portrait done by a celebrity in chalks. His charming eccentricities were known on … Continue reading
A Tale Of Italy (Eloise Alberta Bibb Poems)
I ‘Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and birds, and leaves, and flowers,And e’en the queen of night, — the moon, Make earth one of fair Eden’s … Continue reading
It is not seemly to be famous… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
It is not seemly to be famous:Celebrity does not exalt;There is no need to hoard your writingsAnd to preserve them in a vault. To give your all-this is creation,And not-to deafen and eclipse.How shameful, when you have no meaning,To be … Continue reading
A BALLAD (THESIS FOR A DOCTOR’S DEGREE) (Andrei Voznesensky Poems)
My doc announced yesterday : “You may have talent, though it’s hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at home on a cold day”. The nose, eh? As irretrievable as time, conforming to the laws of medicine, your nose, … Continue reading
Sapphics For Celebrity (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos scored the room, and you — on an antique sofa near two dark-haired innocents — asked that I play something immortal. Dust motes grayed the air, and a sage-green shadow draped the walls in … Continue reading
So Does Everybody Else, Only Not So Much (Ogden Nash Poems)
O all ye exorcizers come and exorcize now, and ye clergymen draw nigh and clerge, For I wish to be purged of an urge. It is an irksome urge, compounded of nettles and glue, And it is turning all my … Continue reading
Baseball and Writing (Marianne Moore Poems)
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do; generating excitement– a fever in the victim– pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter. Victim in what category? Owlman watching … Continue reading