Mary Elizabeth Coleridge – He came unto His own, and His own received Him not

As Christ the Lord was passing by, He came, one night, to a cottage door. He came, a poor man, to the poor; He had no bed whereon to lie. He asked in vain for a crust of bread, Standing there in the frozen blast. The door was locked and bolted fast. ‘Only a beggar!’ the poor...

Edgar Allan Poe – Israfel

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell"Whose heart-strings are a lute";None sing so wildly wellAs the angel Israfel,And the giddy stars (so legends tell),Ceasing their hymns, attend the spellOf his voice, all mute.Tottering aboveIn her highest noon,The enamored moonBlushes with love,While,...

Charles Bukowski – Freedom

he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and loved the way she told him things that seemed true but were not, and he knew the color of each of her dresses and her shoes-he knew the stock and curve of each heel as well as...

Charlotte Mew – Fin de Fête

Sweetheart, for such a day     One mustn’t grudge the score;Here, then, it’s all to pay,     It’s Good-night at the door. Good-night and good dreams to you,—     Do you remember the picture-book thievesWho left two children sleeping...

Emily Dickinson – I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (Poem 340)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them...