Above Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
Poems about railroad (31 Poems)
Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
Cherry- Tree Inn (Henry Lawson Poem)
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
The Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
One Train May Hide Another (Kenneth Koch Poem)
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
Contentment (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
Snow (Louise Gluck Poem)
Late December: my father and I are going to New York, to the circus. He holds me on his shoulders ...
CIA Dope Calypso (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
Wild Orphan (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel-- and ...
Footnote To Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
In Back Of The Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
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 ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
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 ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Chemin De Fer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
The End Of March (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Half The People In The World (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Travel (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn't a train goes ...
Smoke (Philip Levine Poems)
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
The Santa-Fe Trail (A Humoresque) (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
The Scissors-Grinder (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
The Illinois Village (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...