Poems For Literature Class

Poems For Literature Class by the famous poets Matthew Arnold: “Dover Beach” Elizabeth Bishop: “In the Waiting Room” Gwendolyn Brooks: “We Real Cool” Robert Browning: “My Last Duchess” and much more.

A Lecture Upon The Shadow by John Donne

Stand still and I will read to thee
A Lecture, Love, in loves philosophy,
These three houres that we have spent,
Walking here, Two shadowes went
Along with us, which we our selves produc’d;
But, now the Sunne is just above our head,
We doe those shadowes tread;
And to brave clearnesse all things are reduc’d.
So whilst our infant loves did grow,
Disguises did, and shadowes, flow,
From us, and our cares; but now ’tis not so.
That love hath not attain’d the high’st degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see.
Except our loves at this noone stay,
We shall new shadowes make the other way.
As the first were made to blinde
Others; these which come behinde
Will worke upon our selves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline;
To me thou, falsely thine;
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadowes were away,
But these grow longer all the day,
But oh, loves day is short, if love decay.

A dog is A Dog by T. S. Eliot

Now dogs pretend they like to fight;
They often bark, more seldom bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple soul.
Of course I’m not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the clown
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently undignified.
He’s very easily taken in-
Just chuck him underneath the chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and guffaw.
He’s such an easy-going lout,
He’ll answer any hail or shout.

Again I must remind you that
A Dog’s a Dog – A CAT’S A CAT.

The Last Supper, by Leonardo da Vinci, in the Refectory of the Convent of Maria della Grazia—Milan – Poem by William Wordsworth

Tho’ searching damps and many an envious flaw
Have marred this Work, the calm ethereal grace,
The love deep-seated in the Saviour’s face,
The mercy, goodness, have not failed to awe
The Elements; as they do melt and thaw
The heart of the Beholder- and erase
(At least for one rapt moment) every trace
Of disobedience to the primal law.
The annunciation of the dreadful truth
Made to the Twelve, survives: lips, forehead, cheek,
And hand reposing on the board in ruth
Of what it utters, while the unguilty seek
Unquestionable meanings, still bespeak
A labour worthy of eternal youth!

Pagbating babiro – Poem by Leona Florentino

Lantang hasmin ang makakatulad,
Pag byente-otso na ang iyong edad,
Kaya tunay lamang at karapat-dapat,
Ang pagtanda mo’y ikabagabag.

Dahil anuman ang iyong gawin,
Di na pweden pang pigilin,
Lalo pa’t paghakbang mo’y medyo alanganin,
At nawawala na ang tikas na angkin.

Kaya nga ngayon pa ma’y iyo nang iwasan,
Ang landas ng kapos-kapalaran,
Ipagparangyaan ang iyng kariktan,
Sa kabila ng papalapit na katandaan.

Sapagkat lalo ka pang didilag
Sa pagtatakal mo ng alak,
Marami ang sa iyo’y ninanakawan
Ni G na may katarayan.

Pamalagiing masigla ang iyong isipan,
Tingnan mo nga kung maglambingan
Sina D at M ang mga hukluban,
Parang mga tuging sa imbudo’y naggigitgitan.

Siya, siya, kung ganyan ang ikikilos mo,
Walang duda, baka sakaling kamtin mo
Ang ikapitong sakramento
Na idudulog ni Don Domongo!