After Death Christina Rossetti The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may Lay thick upon...

How Many Seconds? Christina Rossetti How many seconds in a minute? Sixty, and no more in it. How many minutes in an hour? Sixty for sun...

When I was one-and-twenty Alfred Edward Housman When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But...

Remember Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the...

When I am dead, my dearest Christina Rossetti When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor...

The Lake Isle of Innisfree W. B. Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles...

Rest Ezra Pound O helpless few in my country, remnant enslaved! Artists broken against her, A-stray, lost in the villages, Mistrusted,...

Sailing to Byzantium Wlliam Butler Yeats I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those...

Crow and the Sea Ted Hughes He tried ignoring the sea But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life. He tried talking to...

Crow Alights Ted Hughes Crow saw the herded mountains, steaming in the morning. And he saw the sea Dark-spined, with the whole earth in...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not...

The Road not Taken Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood...

Whitchcraft by a Picture John Donne I FIX mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye ; My picture drown'd in a...

Le pont Mirabeau Guillaume Apollinaire Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne La joie venait...

On the Day of the Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus Lord Byron FROM the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome, I beheld thee, oh...

Crazy Jane and Jack the Journeyman W.B. Yeats I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched...

Edge Sylvia Plath The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the...

Sonnets from the Portuguese Sonnet 6 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow....

Tears, idle tears Lord Alfred Tennyson Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in...

Ye Goat-Herd Gods Philip Sidney Ye goatherd gods, that love the grassy mountains, Ye nymphs which haunt the springs in pleasant valleys,...

Sensation Arthur Rimbaud Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers, Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue : Rêveur, j'en...

Hälfte des Lebens Friedrich Hölderlin Mit gelben Birnen hänget Und voll mit wilden Rosen Das Land in den See, Ihr holden Schwäne, Und...

פורסם: גג- כתב עת לספרות, גל.64, 2011 Voyelles Arthur Rimbaud A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu : voyelles, Je dirai quelque jour...

Poppies in October Sylvia Plath Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red...