Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Poems about drying (31 Poems)
A Tree Telling of Orpheus (Denise Levertov Poem)
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Losing Track (Denise Levertov Poem)
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
The September Gale (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
The Wounded Cupid (Robert Herrick Poem)
Cupid as he lay among Roses, by a Bee was stung. Whereupon in anger flying To his Mother, said thus ...
Keeping Going (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
Ditty (Thomas Hardy Poem)
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away From the files ...
El Cafetal (Rafael Guillen Poem)
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
Rice Paper Fingers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hands of the ferns translucent in the melting the frost bleeding to water soon to be gone Standing erect ...
Cut with safety scissors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The shape of the ferns rounded, lobed edges paper-bag-brown damp in their drying frost turning to vapor rising in the ...
Around the puddle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The drying puddle of soda almost invisible to the eye like the oasis in the desert the ancient watering hole ...
The Weight of the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Called by the girls, to their shape starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools rocks drying in the ...
Ragged Wool (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ragged wool hanging the wet milkweed seeds tethered, connected moored in their pods tied still to the ground Hovering limp, ...
Sheets on the Line – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
freshly washed, hanging sheets drying on the line waving in the winds October 27, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
The Weight of the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Called by the girls, to their shape the starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools the rocks drying ...
Barefoot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh to be sitting, barefoot at your feet listening to you, for the first time, drinking in your living water, ...
No Running (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Earnest, nodding heads a trio of repentant souls agreeing with the restated rule, after cleaning the debris, the drying eyes, ...
Clothes on the Line (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a simple, elegant scene framed out the kitchen window a load of wash hung in the still August air drying ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
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 Voice of Robert Desnos (Robert Desnos Poem)
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Possums came at night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating (Amy Clampitt Poem)
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
Dream Song 30: Collating bones: I would have liked to do (John Berryman Poem)
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Do Not Accept (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...