Poetry Names to Excerpts

Hanus ELA AP 30

The Forsaken by Duncan Campbell Scott

There one night they camped, and on the morrow

Gathered their kettles and birch-bark,

Their rabbit-skin robes and their mink-traps,

Launched their canoes and slunk away through the islands,

Left her alone forever,

Without a word of farewell,

Because she was old and useless,

Like a paddle broken and warped,

Or a pole that was splintered.

40---Love by Roger McGough

middle aged

couple playing

ten nis

when the

game ends

and they

go home

the net

will still

be be

tween them

The Critical Putt by George Gabor

Palmer Swings the putt looks good it’s over the rise yes it misses by 14 feet

Love as Art by Jess Bush

one one

one one

one

Titanic Versus Iceberg by Patrick Pidduck

It was a great party until the Titanic Iceberg

affair, after which it was

all downhill for the

Titanic

Tractor-Factor

If the / field looks / anything / like this / when you /stop, / you’re in / Big Trouble / in any / Case

Remember by Christina Rossetti

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

Preparedness by Edwin Markham

When you are the anvil, bear---

When you are the hammer, strike.

Outwitted by Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out---

Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.

The Avengers by Edwin Markham

They come on wool-soft sandals,

But they strike with iron hands.

Epigram by Samuel Coleridge

A dwarfish whole,

Its body brevity, and wit its soul.

Epigram from the French by Alexander Pope

But you yourself may serve to show it,

That every fool is not a poet.

A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash

Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;

Whenever you’re right, shut up.

On His Blindness by John Milton

To server therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest He returning chide,

“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”

Sonnet 73 (That time of year thou mayst in me behold) by William Shakespeare

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds by William Shakespeare

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the decks my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Death, Be Not Proud by John Donne

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy or charms can make us sleep well

And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?

Viva la Vida by Coldplay (modified)

I had been king, the world my own domain:

e’en seas would rise when I have the command.

The Villanelle by Billy Collins

How can a poet hope to go wildly astray

or sing out like a romantic gondolier

when the first line will not go away

and the third always has the final say?

Maternity by Alice Meynell

‘Ten years ago was born in pain

A child, not now forlorn.

But oh, ten years ago, in vain,

A mother, a mother was born.’

When I Have Fears by John Keats

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love; ---then on the shore

I Never Saw a Moor by Emily Dickinson

I never spoke with God,

Nor visited in heave;

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the chart were given.

The Sky Is Low by Emily Dickinson

A Narrow Wind complains all Day

How some one treated him

Nature, like Us, is sometimes caught

Without her Diadem.

Richard Cory by E. A. Robinson

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I’m Nobody by Emily Dickinson

How dreary to be Somebody!

How public-- like a frog--

To Tell one’s name the livelong June

To an admiring bog!

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

This Is Just to Say by William C. Williams

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

Young Woman at a Window by William C. Williams

She sits with

tears on

her cheek

her cheek on

her hand

Nantucket by William C. Williams

a key is lying- And the

immaculate white bed

The Act by William C. Williams

There were roses, in the rain.

Don’t cut them, I pleaded.

They won’t last, she said

The Turtle by Ogden Nash

I think it clever of the turtle

In such a fix to be so fertile.

The Look by Sara Teasdale

But the kiss in Colin’s eyes

Haunts me night and day.

Thoughts by Sara Teasdale

When I can make my thoughts come forth

To walk like ladies up and down,

What Do I remember of the Evacuation by Joy Kogawa

And I prayed to the God who loves

All children in his sight

That I might be white.

Dreams by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Suicide’s Note by Langston Hughes

The calm,

Cool face of the river

Asked me for a kiss.

Harlem by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Incident by Countee Cullen

I saw the whole of Baltimore

From May until December

Of all the things that happened there

That’s all that I remember.

Cross by Langston Hughes

My old man died in a fine big house.

My ma died in a shack.

I wonder where I’m gonna die,

Being neither white nor black?

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie:

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

They by Siegfried Sassoon

The Bishop tells us: ‘When the boys come back

They will not be the same; for they’ll have fought

In a just cause: they led the last attack

When I Think About Myself by Maya Angelou

They grow the fruit,

But eat the rind,

I laugh until I start to crying,

When I think about my folks.

Mother to Son

Don't you fall now ---

For I'se still goin', honey,

I'se still climbin',

And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

From the Inside Out by Alice VanWart

She bitches and swears

Sees rains in sun

She cannot love

She is the one

Behind the eyes.

Sadie and Maud by Gwendolyn Brooks

When Sadie said her last so-long

Her girls struck out from home.

(Sadie had left as heritage

Her fine-tooth comb.)