Www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/frank_o_hara_2012_3.pdf. My Heart by Frank O'Hara. "Steps" by Frank O'Hara. We Real Cool. A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A Flower Given to My Daughter by James Joyce. Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art by John Keats. This famous sonnet was written by Keats in Joseph Severn's copy of The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare opposite the poem 'A Lover's Complaint'.
Because it was written during Keats and Severn's voyage to Italy, many people (including Severn) believed it be Keats's last poem. It was actually titled 'Keats's Last Sonnet' by Milnes in his 1848 biography of Keats. However, careful studies by biographers / critics have dated its composition to spring 1819. It was first published in a newspaper in 1838, seventeen years after Keats's death. crop from the original manuscript of the 'Bright star! ' Bright star! Not Waving but Drowning. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats.
Www.csua.berkeley.edu/~ranga/humor/inner_strength.txt. Driven to Verse. Warning by Jenny Joseph. To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence, by James Elroy Flecker. When I Was One-and-Twenty by A. E. Housman. Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell by Ben Jonson. Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou. Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.
I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me. Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can't touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show themThey say they still can't see.I say,It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I'm a woman. The Glass Essay by Anne Carson. Never fall in love with a poet... by A Thomas Hawkins.
Wants by Deana Luna. The Look by Sara Teasdale. Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day. Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media. Poet Sara Teasdale 1884–1933 SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern. You are tired. I carry your heart. My father moved through dooms of love. I think I should have loved you presently by Edna St. Vincent Millay. To The Not Impossible Him by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Nameless Pain by Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard. I should be happy with my lot: A wife and mother – is it not Enough for me to be content?
What other blessing could be sent? A quiet house, and homely ways, That make each day like other days; I only see Time’s shadow now Darken the hair on baby’s brow! No world’s work ever comes to me, No beggar brings his misery; I have no power, no healing art With bruised soul or broken heart. I read the poets of the age, ’Tis lotus-eating in a cage; I study Art, but Art is dead To one who clamors to be fed With milk from Nature’s rugged breast, Who longs for Labor’s lusty rest.