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A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Poems, Poetry, Robert Frost

A Minor Bird Poem by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost. "A Minor Bird."

The Tyger by William Blake

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets

The Tyger By William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat.

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp.

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Poems, Poetry

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

My favorite months reside in autumn

when the sunset is riddled with crows—

and my wishes swerve to fly

into the purples and pinks to

spot then devour

the heart of that ex-lover, hardly human.

The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets

The Eagle By 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.

A Cat Named Sloopy

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Emerald Book Club

A Cat Named Sloopy Song by Rod McKuen ‧ 1972

Lyrics

For a while the only earth that Sloopy knew was her sandboxTwo rooms on 55th Street was her domainEvery night she'd sit in the window among the avocado plantsWaiting for me to come homeMy arms filled with canned liver and loveWe'd talk into the night then contented but missing somethingShe, the earth she never knew, me, the hills I ran while growing bentSloopy should have been a cowboy's catWith prairies to run, not linoleumAnd real live catnip miceNo one to depend on but herselfI never told her but in my mind I was a midnight cowboy even thenRiding my imaginary horse down 42nd streetGoing off with strangers to live an hour long cowboy's lifeBut always coming home to Sloopy who loved me bestFor a dozen summers we lived against the world an island on an islandShe'd comfort me with purringI'd fatten her with smilesWe grew rich on trust needing not the beach or butterfliesI had a friend named Ben who painted buildings like Rouault menHe went awayMy laughter tired Lillian after a timeShe found a man who only smiledBut Sloopy stayed and stayedWinter 1959 old men walk their dogsSome are walked so often that their feetLeave little pink tracks in the soft gray snowWoman fur on furElegant and easy only slightly pureHailing cabs to take them round the block and backWho is not a love seeker when December comes?Even children pray to Santa ClausI had my own love safe at homeAnd yet I stayed out all one night and the next day tooThey must of thought me crazy screaming Sloopy SloopyAs the snow came falling down around meI was a madman to have stayed awayOne minute more than the appointed hourI'd like to think a golden cowboy snatched her from the window sillAnd safely saddle bagged she rode to ArizonaShe's stalking lizards in the cactus now perhaps, bitter, but freeI'm bitter tooAnd not a free man anymoreBut once was a time in New York's jungle in a treeBefore I went into the world in search of other kinds of loveNobody owned me, but a can named SloopyLooking back perhaps she's been the only human thingThat ever gave love back to me