Dictionary Poems

Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, — Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine, And … Continued

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not … Continued

What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till thy little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of … Continued

Tell me I’m clever,Tell me I’m kind,Tell me I’m talented,Tell me I’m cute,Tell me I’m sensitive,Graceful and wise,Tell me I’m perfect-But tell me the truth. – Tell Me by Shel Silverstein

Tell me I’m clever,Tell me I’m kind,Tell me I’m talented,Tell me I’m cute,Tell me I’m sensitive,Graceful and wise,Tell me I’m perfect-But tell me the truth. – Tell Me by Shel Silverstein

I sat her in her baby chair, And set upon its trayHer kewpie doll and teddy bear, But no, she would not play.Although they looked so wistfully Her favour to implore,She laughed at me with elfin glee And dashed them to the floor. I brought her lamb and circus clown, But it was just the … Continued

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,One need not be a house;The brain has corridors surpassingMaterial place. Far safer, of a midnight meetingExternal ghost,Than an interior confrontingThat whiter host. Far safer through an Abbey gallop,The stones achase,Than, moonless, one’s own self encounterIn lonesome place. Ourself, behind ourself concealed,Should startle most;Assassin, hid in our … Continued

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,One need not be a house;The brain has corridors surpassingMaterial place. Far safer, of a midnight meetingExternal ghost,Than an interior confrontingThat whiter host. Far safer through an Abbey gallop,The stones achase,Than, moonless, one’s own self encounterIn lonesome place. Ourself, behind ourself concealed,Should startle most;Assassin, hid in our … Continued

The sun kept setting, setting still;No hue of afternoonUpon the village I perceived, —From house to house ‘t was noon. The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;No dew upon the grass,But only on my forehead stopped,And wandered in my face. My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still,My fingers were awake;Yet why so little sound myselfUnto my seeming … Continued

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fanOf silver as the rondo slows; now reelsBegin on tilted violins to span The whole revolving tall glass palace hallWhere guests slide gliding into light like wine;Rose candles flicker on the lilac wallReflecting in a million flagons’ shine, And … Continued