Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Poems about beginning (51 Poems)
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 ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
The Only Day In Existence (Billy Collins Poem)
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
On Turning Ten (Billy Collins Poem)
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
Djolan (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
Dark Night (Frank Bidart Poem)
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
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 ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
A Forest Hymn (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Variations on ‘The short night (Yosa Buson Poems)
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
The Wish to be Generous (Wendell Berry Poem)
ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Words For Departure (Louise Bogan Poem)
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
To England (Richard Brautigan Poem)
There are no postage stamps that send letters back to England three centuries ago, no postage stamps that make letters ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
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 ...
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 ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Four Haiku (Matsuo Basho Poem)
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
Is there any reward? (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Is there any reward? I'm beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, ...
Jim (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
Dream Song 13: God bless Henry (John Berryman Poem)
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
Dream Song 172: Your face broods (John Berryman Poem)
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
Instants (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
If I could live again my life, In the next - I'll try, - to make more mistakes, I won't ...
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 ...