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").
Lift Every Voice and Sing
By James Weldon JohnsonA group of young men in Jacksonville, Florida, arranged to celebrate Lincoln’s birthday in 1900. My brother, J. Rosamond..
© Thanksgiving Day
From My Window
By C. K. WilliamsSpring: the first morning when that one true block of sweet, laminar, complex scent arrivesfrom somewhere west and I..
© Veterans Day
Dreamers
By Siegfried SassoonSoldiers are citizens of death's grey land,Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they..
© Veterans Day
The Traitor
By Sabrina Orah MarkA few days before the first snow the soldiers dressed like children began to appear. “Come quick,” said Beatrice, fetching..
© Veterans Day
The Grand Army of the Republic
By John SpauldingWhen the soldiers came in their dirty blue shirtsI was kneeling in the garden in the rain.That year only a few ramblers were..
© Veterans Day
A Veteran
By Reginald GibbonsMy father came down not killedfrom among others, killers or killed,for whom he'd worn a uniform,and he lived a long afterward, a..
© Veterans Day
At a VA Hospital in the Middle of the United States of America: An Act in a Play
By Etheridge KnightStars from five wars, scars,Words filled with ice and fear,Nightflares and fogginess,and a studied regularity. Gon’ lay down..
© Veterans Day
Armistice
By Sophie JewettThe water sings along our keel, The wind falls to a whispering breath;I look into your eyes and feel No fear of life or..
© Veterans Day
Debridement
By Michael S. HarperDebridementBlack men are oaks cut down.Congressional Medal of Honor SocietyUnited States of America chartered byCongress, August..
© Veterans Day
The City's Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War
By James Doylemarches in uniform down the traffic stripeat the center of the street, counts timeto the unseen web that has rearrangedthe air around..
© Veterans Day
Facing It
By Yusef KomunyakaaMy black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't dammit: No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My..
© Veterans Day
Veterans of the Seventies
By Marvin BellHis army jacket bore the white rectangle of one who has torn off his name. He sat mute at the round table where the trip-wire..
© Veterans Day
Veteran’s Hospital
By Ben Belitt(White River Junction, Vermont)Bringing “only what is needed—essentialtoilet articles” in a paper bag,dressed as for dying, one sees the..
© Veterans Day
Election Day
Warm sun, quiet airan old man sitsin the doorway ofa broken house--boards for windowsplaster fallingfrom between the stonesand strokes the headof a..
© William Carlos Williams
Young Woman At A Window
She sits withtears onher cheekher cheek onher handthe childin her laphis nosepressedto the glass
© William Carlos Williams
The Shadow
Soft as the bed in the earthWhere a stone has lain—So soft, so smooth and so cool,Spring closes me inWith her arms and her hands.Rich as the smellOf..
© William Carlos Williams
Metric Figure
There is a bird in the poplars!It is the sun!The leaves are little yellow fishswimming in the river.The bird skims above them,day is on his..
© William Carlos Williams
The Late Singer
Here it is spring againand I still a young man!I am late at my singing.The sparrow with the black rain on his breasthas been at his cadenzas for two..
© William Carlos Williams
Light Hearted Author
The birches are mad with green pointsthe wood's edge is burning with their green,burning, seething--No, no, no.The birches are opening their leaves..
© William Carlos Williams
To A Friend Concerning Several Ladies
You know there is not muchthat I desire, a few chrysanthemumshalf lying on the grass, yellowand brown and white, thetalk of a few people, the..
© William Carlos Williams
The Dark Day
A three-day-long rain from the east--an terminable talking, talkingof no consequence--patter, patter, patter.Hand in hand little windsblow the thin..
© William Carlos Williams
The Nightingales
My shoes as I leanunlacing themstand out uponflat worsted flowersunder my feet.Nimbly the shadowsof my fingers playunlacingover shoes and flowers.
© William Carlos Williams
On A Proposed Trip South
They tell me on the morrow I must leaveThis winter eyrie for a southern flightAnd truth to tell I tremble with delightAt thought of such unheralded..
© William Carlos Williams
The Desolate Field
Vast and grey, the skyis a simulacrumto all but him whose daysare vast and grey and --In the tall, dried grassesa goat stirswith nozzle searching the..
© William Carlos Williams
The Poor
By constantly tormenting themwith reminders of the lice intheir children's hair, theSchool Physician firstbrought their hatred down on him.But by..
© William Carlos Williams