Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Poems about chicago (31 Poems)
A Poem For Myself (Etheridge Knight Poem)
(or Blues for a Mississippi Black Boy) I was born in Mississippi; I walked barefooted thru the mud. Born black ...
Freedoms Plow (Langston Hughes Poem)
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
Siren (Louise Gluck Poem)
I became a criminal when I fell in love. Before that I was a waitress. I didn't want to go ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Emmett Till * (James A. Emanuel Poem)
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Dream Song 15: Let us suppose, valleys & such ago (John Berryman Poem)
Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago and this ...
Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day (Marge Piercy Poems)
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
Epilogue (Ezra Pound Poems)
O chansons foregoing You were a seven days' wonder. When you came out in the magazines You created considerable stir ...
An Ode in Time of Hesitation (William Vaughn Moody Poems)
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Aner Clute (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Over and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later ...
Lambert Hutchins (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: One, the house I built on the hill, With its spires, bay ...
Ippolit Konovaloff (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I was a gun-smith in Odessa. One night the police broke in the room Where a group of us were ...
Dora Williams (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just ...
John Hancock Otis (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
As to democracy, fellow citizens, Are you not prepared to admit That I, who inherited riches and was to the ...
Barney Hainsfeather (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
If the excursion train to Peoria Had just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life -- Certainly I ...
Carl Hamblin (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
John Horace Burleson (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
December 7 (David Lehman Poems)
As I sit at my desk wishing I did not have to edit a book on poetry and painting a ...
On The Murder Of Lieutenant Jose Del Castillo By The Falangist Bravo Martinez, July 12, 1936 (Philip Levine Poems)
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto heard the automatic go off, he turned and took the second shot ...
Ode For Mrs. William Settle (Philip Levine Poems)
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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 ...
The Return (Philip Levine Poems)
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
The Santa-Fe Trail (A Humoresque) (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...