The sun is at rest - Holger Drachmann

The sun is at rest; its rays are gone!
Day now reposes,

Song of Day in Yosemite Valley - Yone Noguchi

O thunderous opening of the unseen gate of solemn Heaven's Eternal Court!
Behold, clouds, tenants of the sky, sweep down from the Heavens unto a secret palace under the Earth!—

In Sophie’s Diary - Juliusz Słowacki

For poems, Sophie, ask me not, I pray.
When thou art back in Poland’s merry clime,
A flower will sing a song for thee each day,
A star at night will make for thee a rhyme.

Theory of Recruiting - Regina Derieva

Sons of bitches
were born
with hearts of stone,

The Song of the Wind - Taliesin

Whose idea was the wind?
Created before the deluge,
he is a powerful creature,
sans flesh, sans bone,
sans veins, sans blood,
sans head, and sans feet.

Sonnet XVI. Love and Art - Michelangelo Buonarroti

As pen and ink alike serve him who .sings
      In high or low or intermediate style;
      As the same stone hath shapes both rich and vile
      To match the fancies that each master brings;

Lord Tennyson - T. Ramakrishna

A poet of my native land has said -
The life the good and virtuous lead on earth
Is like the black-eyed maiden of the East,

To Be an Infant - Sonja Åkesson

to be carried on the arms of daddies
as conversational bait for strange ladies

Danish Manor Ghosts - Henrik Nordbrandt

Danish Manor Ghosts
was the title of a book
that my mother said she stopped reading
because it got too Frightening.

This Evening Also - Paul Celan

More fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,