…poetic views by helmut s with a glance at what those famous poets wrote, back in their time…


So much dependsW.Carlos Williams 1883-1963

DumbArchibald McLeish 1892-1982

Aye, she lies down lightlyA.E.Housman 1859-1936

Love which in spite

of darkness brought us hitherJohn Donne 1572-1631

There shall be that dark paradeEmily Dickinson 1830-1886

Near the tracks downtown

I’m laughing at the neigbor girl beaten to screamRichard Hugo 1923-1982

The paired butterflies are already yellow with AugustEzra Pound 1885-1972

Daddy, daddy, you bastard I’m throughSylvia Plath

I do believe her, though I know she liesW. Shakespeare 1564-1616

Daughter like mother, I liked her

At twenty she was brilliant and adoredEllen Kay 1931-

Today we have the naming of parts. JaponicaHenry Reed 1914-1986

Had he and I but metThomas Hardy 1840-1928

If I ever cursed my white old manLangston Hughes 1902-1967

It was right now and there he was

In search of EldoradoEdgar Allan Poe 1809-1849

And watch the eyes writhing in his faceWilfried Owen 1893-1918

The art of losing is not hard to masterElizabeth Bishop 1911-1979

And straight was a path of gold for himRobert Browning 1812- 1889

He never found it what a loser

All I know is a door in the darkSeamus Heaney 1939-

Sundays too my father got up earlyRobert Hayden 1913-1980

And we go the long way homeJane Kenyon 1947-1995

They take a serpentine course, their arms flesh in the sun – hark to theWalt Whitman 1819-1892

Devil, we follow them

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stonesJean Toomer 1894-1967

Among the river sallows, borne aloftJohn Keats 1795-1821

Comes at a boundRobert Francis 1901-1987

The Heart’s a truant; nothing does by rulesWalter de la Mare 1873-1956

He leads me to forbidden places

Mind in its purest play is like some batRichard Wilbur 1921-

How small a part of time they shareEdmund Waller 1607-1687

The fame and the girl and the moneyPhilip Larkin 1922-1985

Let us roll all our strength and allAndrew Marvell 1621-1678

That’s all she asked me for

Like a constant loverLinda Pastan 1932-

And sorry I could not travel bothRobert Frost 1874-1963

In the hauling stormWilliam Blake 1757-1827

Where he was diggingSeamus Heaney 1939-

In his pockets for some more change to pay her

The higher he’s a-gettingRobert Herrick 1591-1674

A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirthGeorge Herbert 1593-1633

Unequal laws to a savage raceAlfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892

Much wagging of incurious heads and tailsAlastar Reid 1926

My tail her head united me looking at

The colors were quite lovely before weCarter Revard 1931-

Who blew and were blown by those human seraphimAllan Ginsberg -1997

The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candleW. Shakespeare (Macbeth)

Keep looking straight at meCountee Cullen 1903-1946

My old man asked going home my legs were shaking

A single flower he sent me, since we metDorothy Parker 1893-1967

Mother used to complain

The lone and level sands stretch far awayPercy Bysshe Shelly 1792-1822

Now I knew were he spent his money

Batter my heart, three person GodJohn Donne 1572-1631

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,Robert Browning 1812-1889

He used to point out her fading picture

If you were to leave meElisavietta Ritchie 1932-

Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:W.H. Auden 1907-1973

When they killed my mother it made me nervous;Randall Jarrell 1914-1965

She died slowly, a death of loneliness

That God of our, the Great GeometerHoward Nemerov 1920-1991

Her skin not made for the neighborhood

Taught early that his mother’s skin was the sign of errorM. Carl Holman 1919-1988

Black girl black girlDudley Randall 1914-

The place was Darktown. He was young.Sterling A. Brown 1901-1989

So fanciful, so savage, nought cares heRalph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882

And she held him just like mother

When the world is puddle-wonderfule.e. cummings 1894-1962

The feathered glory from her loosened thighs?William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

Miniver sighed for what was not,Edwin A. Robinson 1869-1935

And with the same weapon tooBenjamin Franklin 1706-1790

And angrily cursed Charles D.Laurence Perrine 1706-1790

And since to look at things in bloomA.E.Housman 1859-1936

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.Robert Frost 1874-1963

The bush inviting up river

While glow the heavens with the last step of day.William C. Bryant 1794-1878

I can love both fair and brown,John Donne 1572-1631

He thought as he climbed aboard

And put it in the drawer,Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

Say there is a lamb in the daisies.Richard Eberhart 1904

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,Rudyard Kipling 1865-1936

The morning sun was rising to the occasion

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and partMichael Drayton 1563-1631

Thought leaves are many, the root is oneWilliam Butler Yeats 1865-1939

Lay like the fold of a bright girdle furledMathew Arnold 1822-1888

Power of some sort or other will go onPhillip Larkin 1922-1985

And he got up looking for the bathroom

Over piles of clothing, the unstrung tennis racketCleopatra Mathis 1947-

She whispers as the shadows creep…Lynn Johnston 1947-

When we first rade down EttrickA.A. Spottiswood 1810-1900

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.Gerard M. Hopkins1844-1889

Patrolling with adhesive feetRobert B. Shaw 1947-

Piping songs of pleasant glee,William Blake 1757-1827

He searched for his clothing

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schoolingRobert Frost 1874-1963

Or a ram’s-horn root some –Marianne Moore 1887-1972

My own mouth roundingLinda Pastan 1932-

Taut truthLawrence Ferlinghetti 1919-

So smooth, so sweet, so silvery is thy voiceRobert Herrick 1591-1674

He heard her calling to come

And bid alternate passions fall and rise!Alexander Pope 1688-1744

Only the stuttering rifle’s rapid rattleWilfried Owen 1893-1918

Your coupling a quickMargaret Atwood 1939-

One, two, three, four to market place and peopleA.E. Housman 1859-1936

He still thinks much of his mother

And the silent nightsLucille Clifton 1936-

Many lettered, one syllable lumps,Galway Kinnel 1927-

The dancers go round, they go round andWilliam  C. Williams 1883-1963

He dances to the same tune his old man did

In the woods faraway under meDylan Thomas 1914-1953

I give to thee, who knowest all my ways,George Herbert 1593-1633

And Good-bye. In the end, this is a story we knowMartha Collins 1940-

HuddledWilliam Burford 1927

She wetted it for years, and then(Patience Eden)

If I loved you they said, I’d leave(W.D.Snodgrass Heart’s Needle)

So I told her I’m going to find myself  a white gal

And possible I like the thrille.e.cummings

“Don’t” she criedRobert Frost 1874-1963

That is not what I meant at allT.S.Eliot 1888-1965

The holy hush of ancient sacrificeWallace Stevens 1879-1955

Rain on me rainMaya Angelou 1928-

She kept on begging long after I was done

The song that forces menMargaret Atwood 1939-

And then I heard the soundsD.C. Berry 1942-

Little Lamb, I’ll tell theeWilliam Blake 1757-1827

What the hands dare seize the fireWilliam Blake

He made a grab and caught her by the quimChaucer -1400

The chimney shudders to the blastRobert Bridges 1844-1930

Thou mayst love on, through loves eternityElizabeth B. Browning 1806-1861

Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.Rupert Brooke 1887-1915

Good timesLucille Clifton 1936-

A mighty fountain momently was forcedSamuel T. Coloridge 1772-1834

Let the sea take me for a spillerLucille Clifton 1936-

I heard her but I couldn’t stop myself

At first it will seem tame,Victor Contoski 1936-

And he smote upon the door again a second timeWalter de la Mare 1873-1956

My old man said just like old times

In Bogota, in Marrakesh, among the SlovaksTom Dish 1940-

We found the place again and foundKeith Douglas 1920-1944

“Ha, ha. It will be warmer whenThomas Hardy 1840-1928

O first and second Eve, O dream of menAnn Hayes 1924-

Depending less on attitude and loveMichael Hogan 1943-

It’s a proving ground for brute strength

My ghost you needn’t look for; it is probably here,Robinson Jeffers

And if she had her doubts at certain momentsR.S. Gwynnn 1948-

My old man would beat em out of her

Done drag her into my room and throw her on my bed

DumbArchibald McLeish 1892-1982

I was just like him

So much dependsWilliam C. Williams 1883-1963

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