Poetry is a category of literary art which uses the aesthetic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
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Marathi Poetry for Children written by Satyajit Kharkar.
The selection of poems in this anthology may seem a bit unorthodox for Polish literature experts. I have no degree or expertise in any sort of literary research, which may well be the reason for my bizarre taste as presented here. I have tried my very best to include mainly those poems that are obligatory readings in Polish high schools, so that the English Reader can have the chance to get to know a portion of the choicest Polish poetry that an average Pole has willy-ni...
To the Young
by Adam Asnyk (1838–1897)
The brightening flame of truth pursue,
Seek to discover ways no human knows.
With every secret now revealed to you,
The soul of man expands within the new.
And God still bigger grows!
Although you may the flowers of myths remove,
Although you may the fabulous dark disperse,
And tear the mist of fancy from above;
There’ll be no shortage of new things to love,
Farther in the universe.
Each epoch has its special goa...
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was worn in Edinburgh, Scotland, and suffered from frail health all through childhood, an affliction that would follow him into adulthood and manifest itself ultimately as tuberculosis. He initially set out to be a lawyer and was admitted to the bar in 1875, though he never practiced. He is best known for his tales Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, though he wrote a number of other stories, excellent es...
The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) is widely considered to be the best poet of the Augustan age, and perhaps English verse’s best satirist ever. Pope was mostly self-taught having been denied a formal protestant education because of his family’s Roman Catholic beliefs; he also suffered from the effects of Pott’s disease his entire life, which left him deformed and of small stature never growing past the height of four feet six inches. Despite these challenges, Pope flourished in...
from "Essay on Criticism"
“Tis hard to say if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But of the two less dangerous is th’ offence
To tire our patience than mislead our sense:
Some few in that, but numbers err in this;
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss;
A fool might once himself alone expose;
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
’Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Speculative, Contemplative, Confessional, and Surreal poetry accessible for all readers.
The storm was dead
A dialed down transistor
Trademark of the asshole
Down the street
Who boils health in a bag
(and grows conceit in his garden)
All these poems and drawings are royalty free and can be copied used printed and distributed, scrawled on walls, danced to and generally treated as if they were something to be enjoyed rather than just scary poetry.
A complete collection of the poems of William Blake. Blake (1757-1827) was an English poet, engraver, and painter. Early in his life, his unique and deceptively simple poems marked the beginning of Romanticism, particularly those from his volumes Songs of Innocence (1789) and Songs of Experience (1794). Later work evolved into long mythological pieces informed by visions Blake claimed to have throughout his life. This volume collects all his poetic output, including thos...
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy...
These songs can be read as poetry as the reader sees the changes that the writer goes through as he ages and what themes have entered into his conscience.
The following is an excerpt from the title song that illustrates this.
"Take me by my fortunes
Show me right from wrong
Make me dance a waltzing step
Following my songs
Spinning 'round my weary eyes
Can only see what's inside
Gentle Dreams and Simple Truths
That time has taught me to hide."
Songs by Keith Wayne Phillips
Paradise Lost by John Milton; An Easy to Read Edition.
Milton's masterpiece was difficult for me to read. I was challenged by three things: Milton's use of his "blank verse" format; the archaic spelling in currently available editions; and Milton's many references to obscure historical and mythological events, locations, and characters. To make my next reading of this beloved poem easier, I have made changes in three areas.
First, I have updated the spelling. Second,...
Paradise Lost by John Milton; An Easy to Read Edition.
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree,
Whose mortal taste brought Death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater man restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing heavenly muse, that on the secret top of Oreb, or of Sinai,
Didst inspire that shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed,
In the beginning how the heavens ...
10 Poems for Educational Materials ESL.
"...as humanity's blazing orb propels..."
Booklet. Ten Prose Poems about Asia.
"...as humanity's blazing orb propels itself..."
Poems written between 2013 and 2015 all of which have between 4 and 14 lines.
Contemporary poetry in three languages: English, Italian and Spanish
Dear Lover—a poetry collection about hope and heartbreak, about love in its short, long, and temporary forms, about how love can be cloaked in abuse, how love can build us or break us, the hard and soft of it, the good, the bad, and the completely atrocious.
The collection is a poetic story of different relationships which are organized into the stages of a relationship; that initial attraction, the circling dance around each other, the honey-moon stage, the souring, ...
If you are empty
I am open
a lock is nothing without a key to close it,
a saucer needs tea
like sugar needs a spoon
a model does not both
pose and paint
dissolving sugar, sweetened teas
Matcha whisks and sheltering saucers
ceramic teapots and crochet coasters
a heat that creeps from tea to saucer
a warmth spread by a sweetening spoon
what is a journey
without someone who wanders
if sometimes a pair
is made of two
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) is widely considered to be the greatest and most influential of all American poets. The first edition of LEAVES OF GRASS, his sole book which he would continue to revise over the course of his life expanding and rewriting it until the year of his death, appeared in 1855. This volume endeavors to recreate that debut edition as much as an e-book’s virtual typesetting will allow.
I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass.
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes . . . . the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . ....
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) is widely considered to be the greatest and most influential of all American poets. LEAVES OF GRASS, Whitman's sole book published at his own expense, represents almost the entirety of his poetical output. The first edition of LEAVES OF GRASS, which he would continue to revise over the course of his life expanding and rewriting it until the year of his death, appeared in 1855. This volume represents the final edition, commonly referred to as the ...
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
A complete collection of the poetry of Edgar Allan Poe. Poe was born on January 19th in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809, and died in his adopted home of Baltimore, Maryland on October 7th, 1849, making him the first American writer in this series.
The critical estimation of Poe’s work has increased dramatically over the course of my lifetime, which has been satisfying to observe, as he was for me—as I believe for so many lovers of literature—an early favorite, particula...
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;—
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingéd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
A thoroughly representative selection of the poetry of John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester. Rochester (1647–1680) was among the worst (best?) of the Restoration rakes, and also one of the period’s best satirists employing a direct language rife with plenty of four-letter words and an obsessive indulgence of the most vulgar vernacular used on behalf of satirical shredding, scatological humor, and sexual candor. Volume 7 in The Reader's Library Series. ISBN: 978-1-932023-49...
A Rodomontade on His Cruel Mistress
Trust not that thing called woman: she is worse
Than all ingredients crammed into a curse.
Were she but ugly, peevish, proud, a whore,
Poxed, painted, perjured, so she were no more,
I could forgive her, and connive at this,
Alleging still she but a woman is.
But she is worse: in time she will forestall
The Devil, and be the damning of us all.
A complete and unabridged e-edition of the collected verse of John Donne. Donne, 1572–1631, was born in London, England, and, as evidenced by the verse collected here, is one of the great English language poets and thinkers in modern history illuminating the human condition through a verse marked for its argument, metaphysical conceit, metaphorical illuminations, and deep passions, whether they be focussed on love, God (two of Donne's favorite foci), or some other theme....
"Batter my heart, three person’d God..."
Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
As yet but knock, breath, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’rthrow me,’and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurpt Town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end.
Reason your Viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue,
Yet dearly’I love you and would be lov’d fain,
But am b...