Poesia - Sanderlei Silveira: Eldorado

Eldorado - Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old—
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow—
‘Shadow,’ said he,
‘Where can it be—
This land of Eldorado?’

‘Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,’
The shade replied,—
‘If you seek for Eldorado!’

The Garret Ezra Pound
A Letter From Home Wallace Irwin
Love Lives Beyond the Tomb John Clare
The Plougher Pádraic Colum
Rhapsody William Stanley Braithwaite
The Rhyme of the Chivalrous Shark Wallace Irwin
Song – Sigh no more William Shakespeare
The Storm G. O. Warren
Talk John Paul
The Lamb William Blake
The Tyger William Blake
To France Frederick George Scott
The Wicked Zebra Frank Roe Batchelder
Wild Animals I Have Met Wells

The Critic - William J. Lampton

Coney Island - Sara Teasdale

Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow--
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly--
Alas there cannot be
For us a second spring;
Come, let us go.

Brahma - Andrew Lang

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
They too shall perish unconsoled.
I am the batsman and the bat,
I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.

A Ballade of the "How To" Books - John James Davies

That time when Learning’s path was steep,
And rocks and fissures marred the way,
The few who dared were forced to creep,
Their souls oft quaking with dismay;
The goal achieved, their hairs were gray,
Their bodies bent like shepherds’ crooks;
How blest are we who run to-day
The easy road of “How To” books!

The presses groan, and volumes leap,
Our dullness we no more betray;
To know the stars, or shear a sheep —
To live on air, or polo play;
The trick is ours, or we may stray
Beneath the seas, with science cooks,
And sprint by some reflected ray
The easy road of “How To” Books!

Who craves the boon of dreamless sleep?
Who bricks would make, sans straw or clay?
“Call spirits from the vasty deep,”
Or weave a lofty, living lay?
Let him be heartened, jocund, gay,
Nor hopeless writhe on tenter-hooks, —
They meet no barriers who essay
The easy road of “How To” Books!

Autumn Treasure - Richard le Gallienne

Who will gather with me the fallen year,
This drift of forgotten forsaken leaves,
Ah! who give ear
To the sigh October heaves
At summer's passing by!
Who will come walk with me
On this Persian carpet of purple and gold
The weary autumn weaves,
And be as sad as I?
Gather the wealth of the fallen rose,
And watch how the memoried south wind blows
Old dreams and old faces upon the air,
And all things fair.

Short Poetry Collection 050

Conteúdo completo disponível em:

http://sanderlei.com.br

Lista de BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira

Poesia - Sanderlei Silveira

sexta-feira, 19 de maio de 2017

Eldorado - Edgar Allan Poe

Conteúdo completo disponível em:

http://sanderlei.com.br

Links:

Lista de BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário