Famous Short Poems

Famous Short Poems

Quiet Girl

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Of All The Men

Off all the men one meets about,
There’s none like Jack — he’s everywhere:
At church — park — auction — dinner — rout –
Go when and where you will, he’s there.
Try the West End, he’s at your back –
Meets you, like Eurus, in the East –
You’re call’d upon for ‘How do, Jack?’
One hundred times a day, at least.
A friend of his one evening said,
As home he took his pensive way,
‘Upon my soul, I fear Jack’s dead –
I’ve seen him but three times to-day!’

Morning at the Window
Morning at the Window
by T. S. Eliot

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

Petals

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.




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