The Concise Verse

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying— Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!

Some say the world will end in fire,   Some say in ice.   From what I’ve tasted of desire   I hold with those who favor fire.   But if it had to perish twice,   I think I know enough of hate   To say that for destruction ice   Is also great   And would suffice.

I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long,  O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did,  But always you yourself you hid.

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

"Silver" by Walter de la Mare Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam,

A new poem every week, focusing on short pieces or excerpts of longer works. The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends upon   a red wheel barrow   glazed with rain water   beside the white chickens