poems

English poems I WILL BE HERE: Whenever you’re sad, or feeling blue, _Just call on me. I’ll be here for you. Whenever you’re happy, or feeling sad, _Just call on me. You are going to be glad that you had. Cause I’m gonna be there with open arms. I’m going to be there to bear your arms. I may be young, or tiny like a bug, but when you’re sad I swear to God, I give the biggest hugs. So when you’re lonely or just plain blue, Just think of me, or this poem, And I’ll come to you. ad:waiting forever

poem by John Clare (1793-1864)

Love Lives Beyond the Tomb

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep:
'Tis happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

poem by Dylan Thomas (1914-53)

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the winding of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
and the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

poem by William B Yeats (1865-1939)

From The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout.

poem by William B Yeats (1865-1939)

From The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)

Men improve with the Years

I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in book
A pictured beauty,
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet and yet
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth;
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.

poems

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.