I know some lonely Houses off the Road (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
Poems about clock (51 Poems)
‘Twas comfort in her Dying Room (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock -- A short relief to have the wind Walk ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Since Nine O’Clock (Constantine P. Cavafy Poems)
Half past twelve. Time has gone by quickly since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp and sat down here. ...
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 ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
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 ...
Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
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 ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
On the Funeral of Charles the First (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
Executive (John Betjeman Poem)
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the ...
Guilt (John Betjeman Poem)
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
A Subaltern’s Love Song (John Betjeman Poems)
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Honour’s Martyr (Emily Bronte Poems)
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
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 ...
A Tale (Louise Bogan Poem)
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
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 ...
The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem (Richard Brautigan Poem)
For Marcia Because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that I should think of you ...
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 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 ...
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 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 ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Dream Song 92: Room 231: the fourth week (John Berryman Poem)
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
Dream Song 39: Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You’re in the clear (John Berryman Poems)
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...