Elysium is as far as to (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom ...
Poems about opening (51 Poems)
Tales in the beginning (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Crying to be written (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
Narva and Mored (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
The Current (Raymond Carver Poem)
These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me in dreams, scattering their roe and milt in ...
The Hermit (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
The Hermit (Aleister Crowley Poem)
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The Only Day In Existence (Billy Collins Poem)
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
Sonnet: At Ostend, July 22nd 1787 (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
XI. Written at Ostend (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Variations on ‘The short night (Yosa Buson Poems)
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Song (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year You wear the morning like your dress And are ...
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 ...
Sonnet 96 (John Berryman Poem)
It will seem strange, no more this range on range Of opening hopes and happenings. Strange to be One's name ...
Dream Song 104: Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! (John Berryman Poem)
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
Travelling Bohemians (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
The Guardian-Angel (Robert Browning Poem)
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...