Envoys From Alexandria (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi as these that had been sent by the two ...
Poems about beautiful (51 Poems)
Picture Of A 23-Year-Old Youth Painted By His Friend Of The Same Age, An Amature (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a gray unbuttoned ...
Of The Shop (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
Desires (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent ...
Poseidonians (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language after so many centuries of mingling with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners. The only ...
Ode to the Memory of Burns (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
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 Mad Yak (Gregory Corso Poem)
I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Power (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Power (Aleister Crowley Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
The Smile on the Face of a Kouros (William Bronk Poem)
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Ka ‘Ba (Imamu Amiri Baraka Poems)
A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and black people call across or scream or walk across defying ...
Anticipation (Emily Bronte Poem)
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
The Moon (David Berman Poem)
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
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 ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
I Live In The Twentieth Century (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There ...
Discovery (Richard Brautigan Poem)
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Dream Song 176: All that hair flashing over (John Berryman Poem)
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...