Poetry

Three Poems by John Dryden

Happy the Man Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or ...

Three poems by Jonathan Potter

Cocoon The zodiac, the dozen eggs, the twelve Apostles, roses, donuts, tribes, the hours That make a clock, the months that make a year, The years that make a marriage warp and weave, Your eyes, ...

"California Hills in August" and "Progress Report"

California Hills in August I can imagine someone who found these fields unbearable, who climbed the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust, cracking the brittle weeds underfoot, wishing a few more trees for shade. ...

Three Powers poems

Small Business Man He says it’s for money – they all do. Hypocrites, you know, in their small way, pretending to be more worldly than they are. He works morning, noon, afternoon, far into the ...

Four poems

On a Pair of Dice We are little brethren twain, Arbiters of loss and gain, Many to our counters run, Some are made, and some undone: But men find it to their cost, Few are ...

Poems of Catullus: Four Classic Translations

Catullus: LVIII by R. C. Trevelyan My Lesbia, that Lesbia, who alone Catullus loved More than himself and all who are most dear to him, Now in cross-roads and alleys trading her charms Fleeces the ...

"Horace: Ode I.25" and "Atalanta and Hippomenes"

Horace: Ode I.25 How infrequent now the insistent tap Of bold young fingers at your well-latched sash. No sleepless nights for you: the door that once Rocked loose and lively on an easy hinge Clings ...

From “Echo and Narcissus,” Metamorphoses 3.351-399

When Narcissus had just turned sixteen he looked as much a young man as a boy. Many girls, many boys wanted him badly, but (in his lean body was such cold pride) that no girls, ...

A Memory of Manaus

— For Loren and Janie Slye We’ve come by boat upriver some nine hundred miles along the Amazon, and reached its origins, the meeting of the Solimões and Negro waters, confluent but not commingled, flowing ...

“Off the Pond” and “Stardust”

Off the Pond Sunset off the pond, uncountable sparks; Faces. Blood-fall color of oak shimmering On the path — rough, cheeks of grandfather arch Along the trail to the pier’s end. Standing Out over the ...

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