Tag Archives: Poet

TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Babel by Lola Ridge

Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel –
Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,
So that never again should men be able
To fashion one infinite, towering whole.

by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry

TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Kiss. by Robert Herrick

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

by ROBERT HERRICK (1591-1674)
Public Domain Poetry

TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Sadly, O, Sadly by Walter De La Mare

Sadly, O, sadly, the sweet bells of Baddeley
Played in their steeples when Robin was gone,
Killed by an arrow,
Shot by Cock Sparrow,
Out of a Maybush, fragrant and wan.

Grievedly, grievedly, tolled distant Shieveley,
When the Dwarfs laid poor Snow-white asleep on the hill,
Drowsed by an apple,
The Queen, sly and subtle,
Had cut with her knife on the blossomy sill.

by WALTER DE LA MARE (1873-1956)
Public Domain Poetry

GUEST POST // Pointless on Point by Cassa Bassa

Poetry is a redundant trade.
Freedom of speech is a lost expression.
Little do I have to say.
Silence is my every word in protest.

by CASSA BASSA
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TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Gifts Returned by Walter Savage Landor

“You must give back,” her mother said,
To a poor sobbing little maid,
“All the young man has given you,
Hard as it now may seem to do.”
“‘Tis done already, mother dear!”
Said the sweet girl, “So never fear.”
Mother. Are you quite certain? Come, recount
(There was not much) the whole amount.
Girl. The locket; the kid gloves.
Mother. Go on.
Girl. Of the kid gloves I found but one.
Mother. Never mind that. What else? Proceed.
You gave back all his trash?
Girl. Indeed.
Mother. And was there nothing you would save?
Girl. Everything I could give I gave.
Mother. To the last tittle?
Girl. Even to that.
Mother. Freely?
Girl. My heart went pit-a-pat
At giving up … ah me! ah me!
I cry so I can hardly see …
All the fond looks and words that past,
And all the kisses, to the last.

by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR (1775-1864)
Public Domain Poetry