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A Poetical Footnote to History Published: Ariel - a quarterly review of arts an letters in Israel, no.49, 1979 "O Hebrew Woman, who knows...

Ballade of an Omnibus Amy Levy "To see my love suffices me." --Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly...

On The Threshold Amy Levy O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you lay all...

At a Dinner Party Amy Levy With fruit and flowers the board is decked, The wine and laughter flow; I'll not complain—could one expect So...

The Red Shoes Anne Sexton I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with...

Sylvia's Death Anne Sexton for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors...

Said The Poet To The Analyst By Anne Sexton My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I...

Ringing the Bells Anne Sexton And this is the way they ring the bells in Bedlam and this is the bell-lady who comes each Tuesday morning...

Averno Louise Glück Averno. Ancient name Avernus. A small crater lake, ten miles west of Naples, Italy; regarded by the ancient Romans as...

Matins Louise Glück You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I'm never...

Aboriginal Landscape Louise Glück You’re stepping on your father, my mother said, and indeed I was standing exactly in the center of a...

All Hallows Louise Glück Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields having...

Beloved, my Beloved (Sonnet XX ) Elizabeth Barrett Browning Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago,...

First time he kissed me (Sonnet XXXVIII ) / Elizabeth Barrett Browning First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this...

In the Israeli school system, the life and works of national poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik are not taught properly Published: HAARETZ , ...

Because thou hast the power (Sonnet XXXIX) Elizabeth Barrett Browning Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace To look through...

If thou must love me, let it be for nought (Sonnet XIV) Elizabeth Barret Browning If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for...

Many in aftertimes will say of you Christina Rossetti Vien dietro a me e lascia dir le genti. – Dante Contando i casi della vita nostra....

When we met first (Sonnet XXXVI) Elizabeth Barret Browning When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could...

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary Christina Rossetti Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on...

De Profundis Christina Rossetti Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the nearest star That hangs...

I wish I could remember that first day Christina Rossetti "Era gia l’ora che volge il desio. "– Dante "Ricorro al tempo ch’io vi vidi...

A Birthday Christina Rossetti My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose...

A Daughter of Eve Christina Rossetti A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A...

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...

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,...

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

Amoretti, Sonnet # 75 Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I...

O Captain! My Captain! Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we...

If Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when...

Marina T.S. Eliot Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping...

A Dirge Percy Bysshe Shelley Rough wind, that moanest Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad...