The Song Of The Knight (Atom Yarjanian Poems)
The sun is up, the hour has come for starting, O my steed! A moment wait till I pass my ...
Poems about graveyards (21 Poems)
The Starving (Atom Yarjanian Poems)
O YE ancient and undisturbed Armenian plains of kind mornings,And ye, golden fields, rich orchards, and pastures smiling with life,Ye ...
Lob (Edward Thomas Poems)
At hawthorn-time in Wiltshire travellingIn search of something chance would never bring,An old man's face, by life and weather cutAnd ...
Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
The Garden of Shadow (Ernest Christopher Dowson Poems)
Love heeds no more the sighing of the windAgainst the perfect flowers: thy garden's closeIs grown a wilderness, where none ...
Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
For the Union Dead (Robert Lowell Poem)
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
The Story of Uriah (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Jack Barrett went to Quetta Because they told him to. He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Graves of New Orleans (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
In My Youth I Was a Tireless Dancer (Edward Dorn Poem)
But now I pass graveyards in a car. The dead lie, unsuperstitiously, with their feet toward me-- please forgive me ...
Morning Worship (Mark van Doren Poem)
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
Gravestone (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
But I am not yet dead and yet I rest my head sweetly on the bare gravestones of great poets, ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
cry your dreams (W. Jude Aher Poem)
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
Alone With Everybody (Charles Bukowski Poems)
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
LETTERS TO FRIENDS (Barry Tebb Poems)
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...