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< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Photo by Special Collections Toronto Public Library on flickr. Public domain. A New Year’s Reminder Better have a tender conscience for the record of your house, And your own share in the work which they have done,         Though your private conscience aches         With your personal mistakes, And you […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Step Faster, Please Of all most aggravating things,      If you are hot in haste, Is to have a man in front of you      With half a day to waste. There is this one thing that justifies      The man in the foremost place: The fact that he is the […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Part of the Battle There is a moment when with splendid joy, With flashing blade and roar of thundering guns And colors waving wide where triumph stands, The last redoubt is carried; we have won! This is the battle! We have conquered now! But the long hours of […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems A Type I am too little, said the Wretch,      For any one to see. Among the million men who do This thing that I am doing too,      Why should they notice me? My sin is common as to breathe;      It rests on every back. And surely I am […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Fire With Fire There are creeping flames in the near-by grass; There are leaping flames afar; And the wind’s black breath Is hot with death,— The worst of the deaths that are! And north is fire and south is fire, And east and west the same; The sunlight […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Heroism It takes great strength to train To modern service your ancestral brain; To lift the weight of the unnumbered years Of dead men’s habits, methods, and ideas; To hold that back with one hand, and support With the other the weak steps of a new thought. It […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems The Commonplace Life is so weary commonplace! Too fair Were those young visions of the poet and seer. Nothing exciting ever happens here. Just eat and drink, and dress and chat; Life is so tedious, slow, and flat, And every day alike in everywhere! Birth comes. Birth— The […]

Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems You might know Charlotte Perkins Gilman best as the author of the famous story The Yellow Wall-Paper. But she was also the publisher of The Forerunner, in which she featured her poems, as well as her essays and fiction. Her poems display excellent form and, often, a deep wit. Enjoy reading! […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Birth Lord, I am born! I have built me a body Whose ways are all open, Whose currents run free, From the life that is thine Flowing ever within me, To the life that is mine Flowing outward through me. I am clothed, and my raiment Fits smooth […]

< Return to William Blake Poems The Chimney Sweeper (from “Songs of Innocence”) When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his […]

< Return to William Blake Poems The Shepherd How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he strays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs’ innocent call, And he hears the ewes’ tender reply; He is […]

< Return to William Blake Poems Introduction to the Songs of Innocence Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry cheer, Piper pipe that song again— So I piped, […]