The Grindstone (Robert Frost Poem)
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
Poems about poured (51 Poems)
I. The Witch of Coös (Robert Frost Poem)
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
A Star in a Stoneboat (Robert Frost Poem)
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
The Fight (Russell Edson Poem)
A man is fighting with a cup of coffee. The rules: he must not break the cup nor spill its ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
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 ...
Description (Mark Doty Poem)
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
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 ...
The Hermit Thrush (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal tone, Floating and falling through the wood alone, A ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
America’s Prosperity (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Promise This — When You be Dying — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Some shall summon Me -- Mine belong Your latest Sighing -- Mine ...
His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- His Feathers wilted low -- The Claws that clung, like lifeless ...
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life -- Poured thee, ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Study In Orange And White (Billy Collins Poem)
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
If grief for grief can touch thee (Emily Bronte Poem)
If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any truth can melt thee Come to ...
The Charm Of 5:30 (David Berman Poem)
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
After a Tempest (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
III. The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
1914 III: The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...