Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
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This day is filled with gentle sweetness,A scent of spice, a touch of cheer.Carrot cake brings winter neatness,A gust of comfort wrapped in here.The..
© National Carrot Cake Day
Ode to the Carrot Cake
There are days that bloom with magic,Days that whisper soft delight.Today the carrot cake, nostalgic,Becomes the hero of the night.Warm and tender..
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Carrot Cake Day
Carrot cake is more than sweetness,It’s comfort wrapped in gentle spice.It brings back warmth, it brings back neatness,A taste of childhood, soft and..
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Dry August Burned
Dry August burned. A harvest hareLimp on the kitchen table lay,Its fur blood-blubbered, eye astare,While a small child that stood near byWept out her..
© Walter de la Mare
Song of the Mad Prince
Who said, "Peacock Pie"?The old King to the sparrow:Who said, "Crops are ripe"?Rust to the harrow:Who said, "Where sleeps she now?Where rests she now..
© Walter de la Mare
The Mother Bird
Through the green twilight of a hedgeI peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,And spied a bird upon a nest:Two eyes she had beseeching..
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November
THERE is wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark was.Nought warm..
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Seeds
The seeds I sowed -For week unseen -Have pushed up pygmyShoots of green;So frail you'd thinkThe tiniest stoneWould never letA glimpse be shown.But..
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Puss
Puss loves man's winter fireNow that the sun so soonLeaves the hours cold it warmedIn burning June.She purrs full length beforeThe heaped-up hissing..
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The Birthnight
Dearest, it was a nightThat in its darkness rocked Orion's stars;A sighing wind ran faintly whiteAlong the willows, and the cedar boughsLaid their..
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The Night-Swans
'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,And silence in the air serene,Save for the beating of her heart,The lovely-eyed Evangeline.She sings across the..
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Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song
That one, alone,Who's dared and goneTo seek the Magic Wonderstone,No fear, or care,Or black despairShall heed until his journey's done.Who knows..
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The Corner Stone
Sterile these stonesBy time in ruin laid.Yet many a creeping thingIts haven has madeIn these least crannies, where fallsDark's dew, and noonday..
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One Moment Take Thy Rest
One moment take thy rest.Out of mere nought in spaceBeauty moved human breastTo tell in this far faceA dream in noonday seen.Never to fade or pass;A..
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Sotto Voce
To Edward ThomasThe haze of noon wanned silver-grey,The soundless mansion of the sun;The air made visible in his ray,Like molten glass from furnace..
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Sephina
Black lacqueys at the wide-flung doorStand mute as men of wood.Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor —A burnished solitude.A hundred waxen tapers..
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The World Of Dream
Now, through the duskWith muffled bellThe Dustman comesThe World to tell,Night's elfin lanternsBurn and gleamin the twilight, wonderfulWorld of..
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The Children Of Stare
Winter is fallen earlyOn the house of Stare;Birds in reverberating flocksHaunt its ancestral box;Bright are the plenteous berriesIn clusters in the..
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The Tryst
Flee into some forgotten night and beOf all dark long my moon-bright company:Beyond the rumour even of Paradise come,There, out of all remembrance..
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Unstooping
Low on his fours the LionTreads with the surly Bear;But Men straight upward from the dustWalk with their heads in the air;The free sweet winds of..
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The Ruin
When the last colours of the dayHave from their burning ebbed away,About that ruin, cold and lone,The cricket shrills from stone to stone;And..
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The Old Men
Old and alone, sit we,Caged, riddle-rid men;Lost to earth's 'Listen!' and 'See!'Thought's 'Wherefore?' and 'When?'Only far memories strayOf a past..
© Walter de la Mare
The Pigs And The Charcoal-Burner
The old Pig said to the little pigs,'In the forest is truffles and mast,Follow me then, all ye little pigs,Follow me fast!'The Charcoal-burner sat in..
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The Titmouse
If you would happy company win,Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,Idly in green to sway and spin,Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see,A nimble..
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Up And Down
Down the Hill of Ludgate,Up the Hill of Fleet,To and fro and East and WestWith people flows the street;Even the King of EnglandOn Temple Bar must..
© Walter de la Mare