An Earthenware Jar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The potter shapes the clay each one a precious creature unique and set apart known from before forming from within ...
Poems about cracks (32 Poems)
The Mason (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The work of the mason, the building of the foundation, the rock, the stone, the level place upon which the ...
Coming Thunder (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
First storm of the year thickening sky, heavy air darkening below the blue weight on the limbs the leaves turned ...
Birches (Robert Frost Poem)
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
The Floor (Russell Edson Poem)
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night (T. S. Eliot Poem)
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Deepest Dream (Mark van Doren Poem)
The deepest dream is of mad governors, Down, down we feel it, till the very crust Of the world cracks, ...
Bretton Wood (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
The Winter Scene (Bliss Carman Poem)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
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. ...
Matt’s Manifesto (Jonathan Bohrn Poems)
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
The Call (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Hymn (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
The City Planners (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
41. Epistle to John Rankine (Robert Burns Poems)
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
75. Halloween (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...