Category Archives: Poets

If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d by John Keats

f By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d  If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d,    And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter’d, in spite of pained loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be constrain’d,    Sandals … Continue reading

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The Blue Boat by Kathleen Jamie

The Blue Boat   How late the daylight edges toward the northern night as though journeying in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell   by Kathleen Jamie To read the full poem click here You can find more of … Continue reading

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The Apparition by Herman Melville

The Apparition  (A Retrospect) Convulsions came; and, where the field Long slept in pastoral green, A goblin-mountain was upheaved (Sure the scared sense was all deceived), Marl-glen and slag-ravine. The unreserve of Ill was there, The clinkers in her last … Continue reading

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Ode to Tomatoes by Pablo Neruda

Ode to tomatoes The street filled with tomatoes midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime, takes its ease on countertops, among … Continue reading

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La Vita Nuova by Dante Alighieri

La Vita Nuova by Dante Alighieri In that book which is My memory . . . On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life … Continue reading

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The Tree of Guilt by Louis MacNeice

The Tree of Guilt When first we knew it, gibbet-bare It scrawled an omen in the air, But later, in its wealth of leaf, Looked too lush to hang a thief;   And from its branches muffled doves Drummed out … Continue reading

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St Kevin and the Blackbird by Seamus Heaney

St Kevin and the Blackbird by Seamus Heaney And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird. The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside His cell, but the cell is narrow, so One turned-up palm is out the window, … Continue reading

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