In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Poems about hiss (31 Poems)
Landscape of a Pissing Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
The Blue Bowl (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They ...
The Quarrel (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
The word I spoke in anger weighs less than a parsley seed, but a road runs through it that leads ...
The Last Rhyme of True Thomas (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
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 ...
The Black Swan (Randall Jarrell Poem)
When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking: The ...
Hope (Randall Jarrell Poem)
The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life. The week is dealt out like a hand That children pick up ...
The Burghers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
I Will Sing You One-O (Robert Frost Poem)
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
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 ...
At Bordj-an-Nus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
At Bordj-an-Nus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
The Forge (Michael Burch Poem)
To at last be indestructible, a poem must first glow, almost flammable, upon a thing inert, as gray, as dull ...
Restless (Cecilia Borromeo Poem)
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only ...
That’s What I Said (April Bernard Poems)
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
Elegy for an Enemy (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I hear the oriole’s always-grieving voice (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Week-Night Service (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...