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").

The Disappointment

1.One Day the Amarous Lisander,By an impatient Passion sway'd,Surpris'd fair Cloris, that lov'd Maid,Who cou'd defend her self no longer;All things..

© Aphra Behn

Song

Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,Pleasing Delusion, Witchery divine,Wont to be priz'd above all Wealth,Disease that has more Joys than..

© Aphra Behn

A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made

A thousand Martyrs I have made,All sacrific'd to my desire;A thousand Beauties have betray'd,That languish in resistless Fire.The untam'd Heart to..

© Aphra Behn

To The Fair Clarinda

Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title beToo weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth:And let me call thee, Lovely..

© Aphra Behn

The Libertine

A THOUSAND martyrs I have made, All sacrificed to my desire,A thousand beauties have betray'd That languish in resistless fire:The untamed heart..

© Aphra Behn

Epitaph On The Tombstone Of A Child

This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue,His Voice was Musick and..

© Aphra Behn

Song : 'Love Armed'

Love in fantastic triumph sat,Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,For whom fresh pains he did create,And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;From..

© Aphra Behn

The Dream

All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,Defending of the bliss I strove to take;Raising my rapture by her kind delay,Her force so charming was and..

© Aphra Behn

I Heart Your Dog's Head

I'm watching football, which is odd asI hate footballin a hyperbolic and clinically revealing way,but I hate Bill Parcells more,because he is the..

© Erin Belieu

For Catherine: Juana, Infanta Of Navarre

Ferdinand was systematic whenhe drove his daughter mad.With a Casanova's careful art,he moved slowly,stole only one child at a timethrough tunnels..

© Erin Belieu

Rondeau At The Train Stop

It bothers me: the genital smell of the baydrifting toward me on the T stop, the traincircling the city like a dingy, year-roundChristmas display...

© Erin Belieu

Dum Spiro Spero

Come, Lord, and lift the fallen birdAbandoned on the ground;The soul bereft and longing soTo have the lost be found…Before the movers came,we found..

© Erin Belieu

Legend Of The Albino Farm

Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nightsbut stand betweenrows of glowing corn andcabbages grown on acres pastthe edge of the city.Surrendered..

© Erin Belieu

Field

Field is pause field is plot field is red chigger bump wherethe larvae feed corn wig curled in your ear. Field cares nota fig for your resistance..

© Erin Belieu

Loser Bait

Some of usare chum.Some of usare the come-hitherhoneycombgleamy in the middleof the trap's busted smile.Though I let myself a littleoff this hook..

© Erin Belieu

Georgic On Memory

Make your daily monument the Ego,use a masochist's epistemologyof shame and dog-eared certaintythat others less exacting might forgo.If memory's an..

© Erin Belieu

In Ecstasy

at the altarpiece of Saint TeresaNo need to be coy—you know whatshe's doingAnd so did Bernini,when he found Teresain the full-throttle ofher divine..

© Erin Belieu

The Hideous Chair

This hideous,upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromedin places, design possibilityfor the future canned ham.Its geniuswonderful, circa I993.I've..

© Erin Belieu

Another Poem For Mothers

Mother, I'm tryingto writea poem to you—which is how mostpoems to mothers mustbegin—or, What I've wantedto say, Mother...but weas children of..

© Erin Belieu

Against Writing About Children

When I think of the many peoplewho privately despise children,I can't say I'm completely shocked,having been one. I was notexceptional, uncomfortable..

© Erin Belieu

From On Being Fired Again

I've known the pleasures of beingfired at least eleven times—most notably by Larry who found my snoodunsuitable, another time by Jack,whom I was..

© Erin Belieu

Amaryllis

Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken!Through the still brackenSoft airs swell;Iris, all dightly,Vestured so brightly,Coloreth lightlyWood and..

© Carl Michael Bellman

Epistle No. 39

Storm and wave their tumult cease.See, the heav'nly galaxies,Fainter, even dimmerIs their golden glimmerAs the morningSoftly dawningOf the sun's wan..

© Carl Michael Bellman

Art And Politics

'Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee,Whom without coat and hatless I see?Bloody thy mouth--and thou'rt lacking a tooth!Where have you..

© Carl Michael Bellman

Fredman's Song No. 10

Drink till after twelve or more,Live it up with madmen !Earth is but my chamber floorAnd the sun my lantern.Nothing else is worth a pinIf my head but..

© Carl Michael Bellman