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").

Horses And Men In Rain

Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozenraindrops on the window,And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and..

© Carl Sandburg

Horse Fiddle

FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strongwind.Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and..

© Carl Sandburg

Hope Is A Tattered Flag

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe evening star inviolable over the coal..

© Carl Sandburg

Hoodlums

I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlumsmaybe so.I hate and kill better men than I am, so do you, so do all of..

© Carl Sandburg

Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio

It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.The banjo tickles and titters too awful.The..

© Carl Sandburg

Home Thoughts

THE SEA rocks have a green moss.The pine rocks have red berries.I have memories of you.Speak to me of how you miss me.Tell me the hours go long and..

© Carl Sandburg

Home Fires

IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street ... faces ... coffee spots ... childrenkicking at the night stars with bare toes from bare..

© Carl Sandburg

Hits And Runs

I REMEMBER the Chillicothe ball players grappling the Rock Island ball players ina sixteen-inning game ended by darkness.And the shoulders of the..

© Carl Sandburg

His Own Face Hidden

HOKUSAI'S portrait of himselfTells what his hat was likeAnd his arms and legs. The only facesAre a river and a mountainAnd two laughing farmers.The..

© Carl Sandburg

High Conspiratorial Person

OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of suchscrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the..

© Carl Sandburg

Hemlock And Cedar

THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs ... near the shingle mill ... wintermorning.Falling of a dry leaf might be heard ... circular steel tears..

© Carl Sandburg

Hell On The Wabash

When country fiddlers held a convention inDanville, the big money went to a barn danceartist who played Turkey in the Straw, withvariations.They..

© Carl Sandburg

Helga

THE WISHES on this child's mouthCame like snow on marsh cranberries;The tamarack kept something for her;The wind is ready to help her shoes.The north..

© Carl Sandburg

For Richmond's Garden Wall

WHEN Thomas set this tablet here,Time laughed at the vain chanticleer;And ere the moss had dimmed the stone,Time had defaced that garrison.Now I in..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God Of The Spring

The coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fixed Is The Doom

FIXED is the doom; and to the last of yearsTeacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child,Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholdsHis..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days

FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your daysThough lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,A lesser life, that what is his of skyGladly would give..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Farewell To The Farm

The coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Farewell

FAREWELL, and when forthI through the Golden Gates to Golden IslesSteer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,Isle upon isle, in the seas of the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fairy Bread

Come up here, O dusty feet!Here is fairy ready to eat.Here in my retiring room,Children ,you may dineOn the golden smell of broomAnd the shade of..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fair Isle At Sea

FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely nameSoft in my ear like music came.That sea I loved, and once or twiceI touched at isles of Paradise.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Escape At Bedtime

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone outThrough the blinds and the windows and bars;And high overhead and all moving about,There were..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Epitaphium Erotii

HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years oldFate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold,Who shall succeed me in my rural field),To this small spirit..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses"

WHETHER upon the garden seatYou lounge with your uplifted feetUnder the May's whole Heaven of blue;Or whether on the sofa you,No grown up person..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano

EARLY in the morning I hear on your pianoYou (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to play.Mostly little minds should take and tackle their..

© Robert Louis Stevenson