Poems about scent (51 Poems)
Françoise And The Fruit Farmer (James A. Emanuel Poem)
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to feel the swelling plums, one held in each soft hand, breast-high, above them her eyes enclosing him in quietness brushed … Continue reading
The Forerunners (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks up their leaguer, and away. Keen my sense, my heart was young, Right goodwill my sinews strung, But no speed … Continue reading
Valentine (Carol Ann Duffy Poem)
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. … Continue reading
A Ballad of Hell (John Davidson Poem)
‘A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!’ She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson seal. ‘My love, there is no help on earth, No help in heaven; the dead-man’s bell Must toll our wedding; … Continue reading
A Runnable Stag (John Davidson Poem)
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn’d, We harbour’d a stag in the Priory coomb, And we feather’d his trail up-wind, up-wind, We feather’d his trail up-wind- A stag of warrant, … Continue reading
Sweet Stay-at-Home (William Henry Davies Poem)
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas, Where scent comes forth in every breeze. Thou hast not … Continue reading
1. Faith (Mark Doty Poem)
“I’ve been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core’s the same- we’re walking in a field, Wally and Arden and I, a stretch of grass with a highway running beside it, or a path in the … Continue reading
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli’d his kind, Ere one to one was cursedly confin’d: When Nature prompted, and no Law deni’d Promiscuous use of concubine and bride; … Continue reading
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart, Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn Into a single cry, and thou … Continue reading
Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian blinds slice up the moon; the tiles quiver in pale strips. Then they come, the three seal men with eyes … Continue reading