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 ...
Poems about hired (31 Poems)
Number 3 on the Docket (Amy Lowell Poem)
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
A Distance From The Sea (Weldon Kees Poem)
To Ernest Brace "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard ...
Tomlinson (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The Peace Of Dives (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
The Old Issue (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
The Mary Gloster (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
The Tourist From Syracuse (Donald Justice Poem)
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
Paragraphs from a Day-Book (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
A Man (In Memory of H. of M.) (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade In tactful times when shrewd Eliza ...
Mocking Our King (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hired hands the thief on the cross those who could not see mocking our king the living God the ...
Down into the Ditch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down into the ditch off of our perches lowering ourselves into the depths Reaching out to our neighbors in this ...
Standing in the Mob (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Flames fanned by the leaders maybe a few palms greased coins to instigate the crowd to frenzy crying for his ...
Herod Knew (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Somehow, the words of the Magi asking where to find the child, the king of the Jews Herod knew, aware ...
In the Boat, Left (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They left, to follow him to be his fishers of men; he and the hired hands were left behind, in ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
The Convent Gardener Of Lamporechio (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Scab Maids On Speed (Maggie Estep Poem)
My first job was when I was about 15. I had met a girl named Hope who became my best ...
The Marionettes Of Distant Masters (Russell Edson Poem)
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
Elegy IV: The Perfume (John Donne Poem)
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Saturday At The Border (Hayden Carruth Poem)
"Form follows function follows form . . . , etc." --Dr. J. Anthony Wadlington Here I am writing my first ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...