Category Poets

Some one in ancient Mas d’AzilOnce took a little pebble wheelAnd dotted it with red for me,And sent it to me years and years—A million years to be precise—Across the barrier of ice:Two round dots and a ripple streak,So vivid…

The last step taken found your heft Decidedly upon the left. One more would throw you on the right. Another still—you see your plight. You call this thinking, but it’s walking. Not even that, it’s only rocking, Or weaving like…

Why Tityrus! But you’ve forgotten me. I’m Meliboeus the potato man, The one you had the talk with, you remember, Here on this very campus years ago. Hard times have struck me and I’m on the move. I’ve had to…

One misty evening, one another’s guide, We two were groping down a Malvern side The last wet fields and dripping hedges home. There came a moment of confusing lights, Such as according to belief in Rome Were seen of old…

The bearer of evil tidings, When he was halfway there, Remembered that evil tidings Were a dangerous thing to bear. So when he came to the parting Where one road led to the throne And one went off to the…

You like to hear about gold. A king filled his prison room As full as the room could hold To the top of his reach on the wall With every known shape of the stuff. ’Twas to buy himself off…

It is late at night and still I am losing,But still I am steady and unaccusing.As long as the Declaration guardsMy right to be equal in number of cards,It is nothing to me who runs the Dive.Let’s have a look…

I turned to speak to God About the world’s despair; But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn’t there. God turned to speak to me (Don’t anybody laugh) God found I wasn’t there— At least not over half.

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.

He has dust in his eyes and a fan for a wing, A leg akimbo with which he can sing, And a mouthful of dye stuff instead of a sting.