The Day’s Ration (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...
Poems about approach (51 Poems)
Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service (T. S. Eliot Poems)
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Ai (Denise Duhamel Poem)
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
Psalm 9 (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Who occupies this House? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance -- 'Tis well the name ...
The Lightning playeth — all the while — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- But when He singeth -- then -- Ourselves are conscious He exist ...
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach -- Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the ...
Death is the supple Suitor (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last -- It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes ...
‘Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- 'Tis dimmer than a Lace -- No stature has it, like a Fog ...
Awake ye muses nine (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
A Supplication (Abraham Cowley Poem)
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts ...
Aemilianus Monae, Alexandrian, 628 – 655 A.D. (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
With words, with countenance, and with manners I shall build an excellent panoply; and in this way I shall face ...
Half An Hour (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach as in the ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
Welcome to the Table (William Cowper Poem)
This is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were press'd ...
Something (Robert Creeley Poem)
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
O Germany, Pale Mother! (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...