Category Archives: Classical Poets

Contains the Poems of Classical Poets on different Topics.

Love For A Hand – Karl Shapiro

Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,And soon down ladders of reflected lightThe sleepers climb in silence. GraduallyThey separate on paths of long ago,Each winding on his arm the unpleasant clewThat leads, live as a nerve, to memory. … Continue reading

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California Winter – Karl Shapiro

It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop: A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias lines the path; and whatRare roses for a banquet or a bride, So multitudinous that they seem a glut!  A line … Continue reading

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On Time – John Milton

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,Whose speed is but the heavy plummet’s pace;And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,Which is no more than what is false and vain,And merely mortal dross;So … Continue reading

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To The Same – John Milton

Cyriack, this three years’ day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of a spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgotten; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,Or man, or … Continue reading

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The Seaside – Lee Harwood

(for Peter Ruppell) You wrote such a love poem that I wasdumb-founded & left to scratch the sandAlone in the surf I couldn’t join the bait-diggersI’d left my fork and bucket at home& I am not rough by nature You … Continue reading

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The Final Painting – Lee Harwood

The white cloud passed over the landthere is sea always round the landthe sky is blue always above the cloudthe cloud in the blue continues to move– nothing is limited by the canvas or frame –the white cloud can be … Continue reading

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A Japanese Wood-Carving – Amy Lowell

High up above the open, welcoming door  It hangs, a piece of wood with colors dim.  Once, long ago, it was a waving tree  And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves  Of forest trees, in a thick eastern … Continue reading

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