1. Liaison - written by D.H. Lawrence
Read 668 times on Poetry Connection.

A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight,
Star-spiders spinning their thread 
Hang high suspended, withouten respite
Watching us overhead. 

Come then under the trees, where the leaf-cloths
Curtain us in so dark
That here we’re safe from... (Read full poem)

Philosophers have measur'd mountains, 
Fathom'd the depths of the seas, of states, and kings, 
Walk'd with a staff to heav'n, and traced fountains: 
But there are two vast, spacious things, 
The which to measure it doth more behove: 
Yet... (Read full poem)

3. Shinto - written by Jorge Luis Borges
Read 1134 times on Poetry Connection.

When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the... (Read full poem)

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.

With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean... (Read full poem)

5. An Epicure - written by Robert William Service
From Lyrics of a Low Brow. Read 580 times on Poetry Connection.

Should you preserve white mice in honey
Don't use imported ones from China,
For though they cost you less in money
You'll find the Japanese ones finer.
But if Chinese, stuff them with spice,
Which certainly improves their savour,
And though the... (Read full poem)

This salt
in the saltcellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me,
but
it sings,
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those solitudes
when I heard
the... (Read full poem)

7. 162. The Bookworms - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.. Published in 1787. Read 691 times on Poetry Connection.

THROUGH and through th’ inspir’d leaves,
  Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordship’s taste,
  And spare his golden bindings.(Read full poem)

Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,
Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;
If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,
Toll forth my death;... (Read full poem)

9. The Jackfruit - written by Ho Xuan Huong
From Spring Essence, Copper Canyon Pr; ISBN: 1556591489. Read 568 times on Poetry Connection.

I am like a jackfruit on the tree.
To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh:
the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes,
but oh, I warn you against touching --
the rich juice will gush and stain your hands(Read full poem)

Torture will give a dozen pence or more 
To keep a drab from bawling at his door. 
The public taste is quite a different thing- 
Torture is positively paid to sing.(Read full poem)

11. On The Margins Of A Poem - written by Jiri Mordecai Langer
From Anthology of Jewish Poetry. Read 1171 times on Poetry Connection.

The poem
that I chose for you
is simple,
as are all my singing poems.

It has the trace of a veil,
a little balsam,
and a taste of the honey
of lies.

There is also
the coming end of summer
when heat scorches the meadow
and the quick waters
of the... (Read full poem)

Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love's sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss... (Read full poem)

13. 298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.. Published in 1789. Read 557 times on Poetry Connection.

NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city,
That queens it o’er our taste—the more’s the pity:
Tho’ by the bye, abroad why will you roam?
Good sense and taste are natives here at home:
But not for panegyric I appear,
I come to... (Read full poem)

For love's sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
Here's none to spy or see;
Why do you doubt or stay?
I'll taste as lightly as the bee
That doth but touch his flower and flies away.

Once more, and faith I will be gone;
Can... (Read full poem)

15. When I Was Young the Silk - written by A.R. Ammons
From The North Carolina Poems. Published in 1994. Read 1544 times on Poetry Connection.

When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
unfurled
and wind bloomed the parachute:

The air-head tugged me
up,
tore my roots loose and drove
high, so high

I want to touch down now
and taste the ground
I want to take... (Read full poem)

I have a fairy by my side 
Which says I must not sleep, 
When once in pain I loudly cried 
It said "You must not weep" 
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, 
It says "You must not laugh" 
When once I wished to drink some gin 
It said... (Read full poem)

17. For the Poor - written by William Cowper
Read 750 times on Poetry Connection.

When Hagar found the bottle spent
And wept o'er Ishmael,
A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.

Should not Elijah's cake and cruse
Convince us at this day,
A gracious God will not refuse
Provisions by the way?

His... (Read full poem)

Ever in the ebb and flow
Of my dreams that come and go,
Reader, I have you in mind,
Humbly hoping you will find
In my verse a gleam that's true
To the dreams that live in you.

Though my lines I link with rhyme
I scarce deem them worth a dime;
Nay,... (Read full poem)

19. Barmaid - written by William Ernest Henley
Read 420 times on Poetry Connection.

Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass,
And own that, if her aspirates take their ease,
She ever makes a point, in washing glass,
Handling the engine, turning taps for tots,
And countering change, and... (Read full poem)

FRIDAY first’s the day appointed
By the Right Worshipful anointed,
  To hold our grand procession;
To get a blad o’ Johnie’s morals,
And taste a swatch o’ Manson’s barrels
  I’ the way of our profession.
The Master and... (Read full poem)

21. Church And State - written by William Butler Yeats
From Parnell's Funeral and Other Poems. Published in 1935. Read 1233 times on Poetry Connection.

Here is fresh matter, poet,
Matter for old age meet;
Might of the Church and the State,
Their mobs put under their feet.
O but heart's wine shall run pure,
Mind's bread grow sweet.

That were a cowardly song,
Wander in dreams no more;
What if the... (Read full poem)

THOU flatt’ring mark of friendship kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
  The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho’ sweetly female ev’ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
  Does both the sexes honour:
She show’d her taste... (Read full poem)

23. Navels - written by Robert William Service
From Rhymes for My Rags. Read 483 times on Poetry Connection.

Men have navels more or less;
          Some are neat, some not
Being fat I must confess
          Mine is far from hot.
Woman's is a pearly ring,
          Lovely to my mind;
So of it to shyly sing
          I am inclined.

I believe in nudity.... (Read full poem)

World was in the face of the beloved--,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.

Why didn't I, from the full, beloved face
as I raised it to my lips, why didn't I drink
world, so near that I couldn't... (Read full poem)

25. One Cigarette - written by Edwin Morgan
From Selected Poems. Published in 1985. Read 1288 times on Poetry Connection.

No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last... (Read full poem)