GREEN POEMS

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How Am I To Thank Him?

Bad gone good,
Sour turned sweet hood,
Bitter turned joyful,
And that's the Lord in control,
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Brian Dredan
Timble Tack

He came without an invitation
Lying under the stairs
As if waiting for my permission
Was scared and cold the first time I took him in hand.
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Deepali Pathak
Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
Ode To Walt Whitman

By the East River and the Bronx
boys were singing, exposing their waists
with the wheel, with oil, leather, and the hammer.
Ninety thousand miners taking silver from the rocks
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca
Green

Green is crying
Trees are dying
Plants are begging human
To spear their family
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Hafsah Ayoub
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti
Lepanto

White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
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G. K. Chesterton
Her.

the door i am trying to unlock, the door to your soul.
I see those eyes from light years away like the sun in the sky, the sky of green fused with brown spotted stars that shine so bright, those eyes implanted into a mind so profound yet not fully understood.
I am trying to unlock, the depths of your mind, the minds vibrations i feel when i am around you.
Speaking to me silently, inviting me in but the door is locked, the door i am trying to unlock.
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Arielle Eloff
The Dove

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving.
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John Keats
Cloony The Clown

I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
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Shel Silverstein
My Insanity

i waited and watched

street wizard glass stone hip idealist
smoking their bed time flower
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Mazelli: Canto Iii

I.

With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,
Wide waves the morn her golden wing;
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George W. Sands
Beautiful Soup

BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
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Lewis Carroll
Song On May Morning

Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
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John Milton
The Quangle Wangle’s Hat

I

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
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Edward Lear
Low-tide

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
He Fell Among Thieves

“Ye have robbed,” said he, “ye have slaughtered and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?”
“Blood for our blood,” they said.
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Henry Newbolt
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
A Song In Storm

1914-18


Be well assured that on our side
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Rudyard Kipling
Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,
And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.
Which was the realâ??the butterfly or the man ?
Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?
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Li Po
A Cup Of Tea

I have sipped, with drooping lashes,
Dreamy draughts of Verzenay;
I have flourished brandy-smashes
In the wildest sort of way;
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James Whitcomb Riley
To A Fallen Elm

Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
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John Clare
By The Arno

The oleander on the wall
Grows crimson in the dawning light,
Though the grey shadows of the night
Lie yet on Florence like a pall.
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Oscar Wilde
Smith, Of The Third Oregon, Dies

Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,
And green, with little singings in the grass,
And pheasants flying,
Gold, green and red,
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Mary Carolyn Davies
Jest ‘fore Christmas

Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl-ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!
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Eugene Field
Advance — Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground

ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed;
Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named!
Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound
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William Wordsworth
If You've Seen A Mount Of Sea Foam (verse V)

If you've seen a mount of sea foam,
It is my verse you have seen:
My verse a mountain has been
And a feathered fan become.
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Jose Marti
The Red Valley

Green green so beautiful my globe,
Spark of fire , burns my flower into ash.

Till from then only flame is here,
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Rahil Rahil
Night: San Francisco

Rain drenches the patio stones.
All night was spent waiting
for an earthquake, and instead

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Deborah Ager
The Space Coast

Florida

An Airedale rolling through green frost,
cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves
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Deborah Ager
East London

'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
And the pale weaver, through his windows seen
In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited.
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Matthew Arnold
The Forsaken Merman

Come, dear children, let us away;
Down and away below!
Now my brothers call from the bay,
Now the great winds shoreward blow,
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Matthew Arnold
The Future

A wanderer is man from his birth.
He was born in a ship
On the breast of the river of Time;
Brimming with wonder and joy
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Matthew Arnold
The Scholar Gypsy

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!
No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,
Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,
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Matthew Arnold
As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
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W. H. Auden
Musée Des Beaux Arts

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
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W. H. Auden
The Two

You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
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W. H. Auden
Sonnet 21 - Say Over Again, And Yet Once Over Again

XXI

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 29 - I Think Of Thee!—my Thoughts Do Twine And Bud

XXIX

I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 42 - ‘my Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past’

XLII

‘My future will not copy fair my past'-
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Weakest Thing

Which is the weakest thing of all
Mine heart can ponder?
The sun, a little cloud can pall
With darkness yonder?
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Confessions

What is he buzzing in my ears?
“Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?”
Ah, reverend sir, not I!
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Robert Browning
The Bishop Orders His Tomb

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
Nephews-sons mine-ah God, I know not! Well-
She, men would have to be your mother once,
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Robert Browning
The Englishman In Italy

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)

Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
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Robert Browning
The Italian In England

That second time they hunted me
From hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, hounding far and wide
Her blood-hounds through the countryside,
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Robert Browning
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

A Child's Story

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
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Robert Browning
Two In The Campagna

I wonder how you feel to-day
As I have felt since, hand in hand,
We sat down on the grass, to stray
In spirit better through the land,
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Robert Browning
Up At A Villa— Down In The City

(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality)

I

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Robert Browning
The Blueberries

“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
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Robert Frost
Love And A Question

A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
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Robert Frost
Mowing

There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,
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Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
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Robert Frost
The Star Splitter

‘You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
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Robert Frost
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watery glade,
Where grateful Science still adores
Her Henry's holy shade;
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Thomas Gray
Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude

Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She wooes the tardy Spring:
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Thomas Gray
Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West

In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire:
The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:
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Thomas Gray
The Progress Of Poesy

Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
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Thomas Gray
Answer To A Sonnet By J.h.reynolds

“Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell.”

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,-the domain
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John Keats
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats