Passim (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Bible, the ultimate frequently cited authority, the basis for the arguments over and over again. A legal term of ...
Poems about leaning (51 Poems)
Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Ardelia to Melancholy (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
By the Lake (Tu Fu Poem)
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
To Earthward (Robert Frost Poem)
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
The Telephone (Robert Frost Poem)
'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When ...
Sweeney among the Nightingales (T. S. Eliot Poem)
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
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 ...
The Hollow Men (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
To disappear enhances — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To disappear enhances -- The Man that runs away Is tinctured for an instant With Immortality But yesterday a Vagrant ...
I taste a liquor never brewed (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I taste a liquor never brewed -- From Tankards scooped in Pearl -- Not all the Vats upon the Rhine ...
Ready to step into life (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
Bird On The Wire (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Iron Bridge (Billy Collins Poem)
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta of Navarre (Erin Belieu Poem)
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
A Passer-by (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
I Prefer the Gorgeous Freedom (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
I prefer the gorgeous freedom, And I fly to lands of grace, Where in wide and clear meadows All is ...
Seven Strophes (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...