Poetry Of Departures (Philip Larkin Poem)
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound ...
Poems about flushed (31 Poems)
Above Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
The Son Of The Evening Star (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
The Round (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
The Elementary Scene (Randall Jarrell Poem)
Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of ...
The Sick God (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
The Sick Stockrider (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
Lessons in the Adversity (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gain more, learn, grow, it seems, through the grist of adversity the churning stomach, the flushed cheeks, wet furrowed ...
Mephistopheles the Pediatrician (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
Love Anew (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I fell in love anew last night. In my driveway, You in your car. Moments after our passion Your face ...
The Thatch (Robert Frost Poem)
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
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 ...
Favrile (Mark Doty Poem)
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
When Night Comes (Li Ching Chao Poem)
To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" When night comes, I am so flushed with wine, I undo ...
Au Bal (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Au Bal (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
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 ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Child Development (Billy Collins Poem)
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
The Charm Of 5:30 (David Berman Poem)
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Success (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I think if you had loved me when I wanted; If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes, ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Large Bad Picture (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Sonnet (1928) (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
A Sad Child (Margaret Atwood Poem)
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...