Poems about gutter (27 Poems)
Essential Beauty (Philip Larkin Poem)
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen graves with custard, cover slums with praise Of motor-oil and cuts of salmon, shine Perpetually these sharply-pictured groves Of how … Continue reading
The Paroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We’d left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than drear; The day dragged out for ever; But now … Continue reading
The Captain of the Push (Henry Lawson Poem)
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones’s Alley sloped the Captain of the Push; And he scowled towards the North, and he scowled towards the South, As he hooked his … Continue reading
In the Storm that is to come (Henry Lawson Poem)
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone – When the nations fly at each other’s throats let Australia look to her own; Let her spend her gold on the barren west, … Continue reading
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he, And stoutly his old pack-horse Is trotting by his knee. Up … Continue reading
RAIN IN SUMMER (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs How it gushes and … Continue reading
The Boy (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
It is the boy in me who’s looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds shift, the gutter spout pours rain, someone else lights a cigarette? (Because he flinched, because he didn’t whirl around, face … Continue reading
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 chair Upside down on your shoulder, your right arm Pretending to tuck the bag beneath your elbow, Your pop-eyes and … Continue reading
from crossing the line (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn’t be criticised in the light who died and for a whole week people turned up their collars over their ears and wept with great gossiping houses wore … Continue reading
A Starling Coming to Rest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Was it a starling coming to rest on the front porch light rising from drinking from the gutter above the porch hearing the cooing of the mourning dove Walking back to the house from the driveway a conversation with a … Continue reading