The Lake Isle of Innisfree by WB Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils…

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Comedy of Thirst by Arthur Rimbaud

1. Parents           We are your grandparents, Elders! Bathed in the cold sweats Of the moon and green pasture. Our dry wines had guts! Beneath the ingenious sun What must man do? Drink. Me – Die in barbarous rivers. We are your grandparents, Tillers! Below the osier lies the water: See…

Hokku by Fukuda Chiyo-ni

Fukuda Chiyo-ni was a Japanese poet from the 18th century, during the Edo period. She is widely regarded as one of the greatest female Haiku poets. Haiku were previously called Hokku until Masaoka Shiki changed the name at the end of the 19th century. The first haiku is the most well known of hers, the…

A Consumer’s Report by Peter Porter

The name of the product I tested is Life, I have completed the form you sent me and understand that my answers are confidential. I had it as a gift, I didn’t feel much while using it, in fact I think I’d have liked to be more excited. It seemed gentle on the hands but…

Symptoms by Sophie Hannah

Although you have given me a stomach upset, Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain, A high-pitched laugh, a monumental phone bill, A feeling of unworthiness, sharp pain When you are somewhere else, a guilty conscience, A longing, and a dread of what’s in store, A pulse rate for the Guinness Book of Records…

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—             Only this…

Sad Steps by Philip Larkin

Groping back to bed after a piss I part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness. Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky. There’s something laughable about this, The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart (Stone-coloured light sharpening…

Chester by John Koethe

Wallace Stevens is beyond fathoming, he is so strange; it is as if he had a morbid secret he would rather perish than disclose. —Marianne Moore to William Carlos Williams Another day, which is how they usually come: A cat at the foot of the bed, noncommittal In its blankness of mind, with the morning…

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,…

Is Life Worth Living? by Alfred Austin

Alfred Austin is considered by many to be the worst Poet Laureate of England, it is a toss-up between him and Henry James Pye. However, Austin had a soft spot for nature and the English countryside so I have a soft spot for him.  Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the…