Pau-Puk-Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Poems about fists (31 Poems)
La Vita Nuova (Weldon Kees Poem)
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
My Father’s Love Letters (Yusef Komunyakaa Poems)
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
To Mrs Reynolds’ Cat (John Keats Poems)
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Moth Collectors (Chris Jones Poem)
When our moggy brings in moths, she squeaks through the kitchen, tips between her teeth, and scoots upstairs to scuff ...
Sacrifices (Richard Jones Poem)
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
Woolworth’s (Mark Hillringhouse Poems)
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
Spirit Dity Of No Fax Line Dial Tone (Bob Hicok Poem)
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
The Carpenter’s Son (A. E. Housman Poems)
"Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: ...
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner (A. E. Housman Poem)
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they ...
The School of Night (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
Act of Union (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
cherries and birds (Rg Gregory Poem)
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
that precise moment (Rg Gregory Poem)
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
night-piece (Rg Gregory Poem)
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
The happy household (Eugene Field Poem)
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
Home Burial (Robert Frost Poem)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
They leave us with the Infinite. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
They leave us with the Infinite. But He -- is not a man -- His fingers are the size of ...
The Truth — is stirless — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Truth -- is stirless -- Other force -- may be presumed to move -- This -- then -- is ...
Dream Song 59: Henry’s Meditation in the Kremlin (John Berryman Poems)
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
Benediction (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
The Lesson (Maya Angelou Poem)
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting ...
The Ballad of Rudolph Reed (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Meeting Among the Mountains (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
The Hands of the Betrothed (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
Those Were The Days (Philip Levine Poems)
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...