The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Poems about brandy (21 Poems)
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Little Viennese Waltz (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
The Round (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
A Smuggler’s Song (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
Piccolo Valzer Viennese (Ben Jonson Poem)
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
Warning (Jenny Joseph Poem)
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit ...
Exiles (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Belgrade Nights (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a cup of dark thick amber slides down my throat rich walnut brandy home made cure sure to give a ...
A Dry White Russian (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cremora and Kahlua a pair of brand names shared space in the brandy snifter that bleary New Year's Eve they ...
Sweeney Erect (T. S. Eliot Poem)
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Millennium (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
525. Song-Had I the wyte, she bade me (Robert Burns Poem)
HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me by the ...
300. Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland (Robert Burns Poems)
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
68. The Holy Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
The Choral Union (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
The Bour-Tree Den (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
Gin (Philip Levine Poems)
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
For The Country (Philip Levine Poems)
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...