If— by Rudyard Kipling - Poems | Academy of American Poets
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster.
Dreams by Langston Hughes - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Hold fast to dreams. For if dreams die. Life is a broken-winged bird. That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams. For when dreams go. Life is a barren field. Frozen with snow. From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes published by Alfred A. Knopf/Vintage.
Trees by Joyce Kilmer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Many laughing ladies, leisurely and wise, Low rich voice, delicate gay cries, Tea in fragile china cups, ices, macaroons, Sheraton and Heppelwhite and old thin spoons, Rather dim paintings on very high walls, Windows showing lawns whereon the sunlight falls, Pink and silver gardens and broad kind trees, And fountains scattering rainbows at the whim of a breeze, Fragrance, mirth …
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) - Academy of American Poets
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. I love thee to the level of every day’s. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use.
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley - Poems - Academy of …
Ozymandias - I met a traveller from an antique land. 49 Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's …
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye - Poems | Academy of American …
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes. and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread, only kindness that raises its head. from the crowd of the world to say. It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere. like a …
Paul Revere’s Ride - Academy of American Poets
Paul Revere’s Ride. Who remembers that famous day and year. For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”. By its own reflection in the tide. Marching down to their boats on the shore. And the moonlight flowing over all. And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”. On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats. On the opposite shore walked Paul ...
Random poems - Academy of American Poets
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
On the Pulse of Morning - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Here, on the pulse of this fine day. You may have the courage. To look up and out and upon me, the. Rock, the River, the Tree, your country. No less to Midas than the mendicant. No less to you now than the mastodon then. Here, on the pulse of this new day. You may have the grace to …
Alone by Maya Angelou - Poems | Academy of American Poets
The race of man is suffering. And I can hear the moan, ’Cause nobody, But nobody. Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone. Nobody, but nobody. Can make it out here alone. From Oh Pray My Wings Are Gonna Fit Me Well By Maya Angelou.