SHORT POEMS FOR ENJOYMENT
Introduction to Poetry – Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
How to Eat a Poem – Eve Merriam
  Don't be polite.
  Bite in.
  Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
  may run down your chin.
  It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
  You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
  or plate or napkin or tablecloth.
  For there is no core
  or stem
  or rind
  or pit
  or seed
  or skin
  to throw away.
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‘Traveler’ – Antonio Machado
Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.
Illegal Immigrant – Olive Senior
If I never make this uncharted
               passage
one way or another, never tell
               my children
their insolvent eyes set me
               sailing.
To reach, no ocean’s too wide
               for the leap
No depths too deep to
               plumbed
No body too shiftless to fit
               this dugout.
Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
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  Starapple – Olive Senior
  Expect no windfall here.
  Don’t stand and wait
          at this portal between
  Shadow and light.
  Two-sided starapple leaf
          can’t be trusted as guide.
  Without force, starapple
          won’t let go of its fruit.
  Too afraid you’ll discover
          the star already fallen
          the apple compromised.
  The Facebook Sonnet – Sherman Alexie
  Welcome to the endless high-school
  Reunion. Welcome to past friends
  And lovers, however kind or cruel.
  Let’s undervalue and unmend
  The present. Why can’t we pretend
  Every stage of life is the same?
  Let’s exhume, resume, and extend
  Childhood. Let’s all play the games
  That occupy the young. Let fame
  And shame intertwine. Let one’s search
  For God become public domain.
  Let church.com become our church.
  Let’s sign up, sign in, and confess
  Here at the altar of loneliness.
  In A Station of the Metro – Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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This Is Just To Say – William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Things – Fleur Adcock
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.
I Lost My Talk – Rita Joe
I lost my talk
The talk you took away.
When I was a little girl
At Shubenacadie school.
You snatched it away:
I speak like you
I think like you
I create like you
The scrambled ballad, about my word.
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Two ways I talk
Both ways I say,
Your way is more powerful.
So gently I offer my hand and ask,
Let me find my talk
So I can teach you about me.
Dreams – Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
The Sick Rose – William Blake
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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The Rose that Grew from Concrete – Tupac Shakur
  Did you hear about the rose that grew
  from a crack in the concrete?
  Proving nature's law is wrong it
  learned to walk with out having feet.
  Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
  it learned to breathe fresh air.
  Long live the rose that grew from concrete
  when no one else ever cared.
  There is no Frigate like a book (1286) – Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul –
“Boats sail on the rivers” – Christina Rossetti
Boats sail on the rivers,
  And ships sail on the seas;
  But clouds that sail across the sky
  Are prettier far than these.
  There are bridges on the rivers,
  As pretty as you please;
  But the bow that bridges heaven,
  And overtops the trees,
  And builds a road from earth to sky,
  Is prettier far than these.
The Red Wheelbarrow – William Carlos Williams
so much depends
  upon
a red wheel
   barrow
glazed with rain
   water
beside the white
  chickens
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I Like to Stay Up – Grace Nichols
I like to stay up
and listen
when big people talking
jumbie stories
I does feel
so tingly and excited
inside me
But when my mother say
“Girl, time for bed”
Then is when
I does feel a dread
Then is when
I does jump into me bed
Then is when
I does cover up
from me feet to me head
Then is when
I does wish I didn't listen
to no stupid jumbie story
Then is when I does wish I read
me book instead
From Under the Moon and Over the Sea
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The Eagle – Alfred Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.