Short Poems

Tie your husband with a rope, Bimbar, and come to your lover!
Tie the rope to a tree, Bimbar, and come to your lover!
Throw the tree in a river, Bimbar, and come to your lover!

Lord, to thy signal-light the trees
In leaf and flower reply:
Let not my heart, more dull than these,
Alone unwakened lie.

The mortgage stones that covered her, by me
Removed, the land that was a slave is free.

There was an Old Man of Marseilles,
Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils;
They caught several fish, which they put in a dish,
And sent to their Pa' at Marseilles.

There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who possessed a large Barbary Ape;
Till the Ape one dark night, set the house on a light,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.

If Men will act like a maid smiling over a Churn
They ought not, when it comes to anothers turn
To grow sower at what a friend may utter
Knowing & feeling that we all have need of Butter

False Friends [O no] fie fie our Friendship [neer shall] you shant sever
[For now] In spite we will be greater friends than ever

Even the voices
of cicadas
are silenced;
after close of day,
still there
in the branches
is the wind—
blowing, ah, so cool.

The noise of shouting strikes my ear,
The tramp of hurrying feet I hear,
They've caught him on the way.
Venus, the men whose hearts he burned
Fiercely upon young Love have turned:
How can you heedless stay!

Greece, sound thy Homer's, Rome, thy Virgil's name,
But England's Milton equals both in fame.

Meles and Mincio, both your urns depress,
Sebetus boast henceforth thy Tasso less,
But let the Thames o'er-peer all floods, since he
For Milton famed shall, single, match the three.