Poems about sides (50 Poems)
I like to see it lap the Miles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I like to see it lap the Miles – And lick the Valleys up – And stop to feed itself at Tanks – And then — prodigious step Around a Pile of Mountains – And supercilious peer In Shanties — … Continue reading
Circulation (Raymond Carver Poem)
And all at length are gathered in. –LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke up, moonlight flooded the room. My arm lay paralyzed, propped up like an old anchor under your back. You were … Continue reading
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! O’er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright, He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter’d boots, … Continue reading
The Quest (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music … Continue reading
The Quest (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music … Continue reading
The house where I was born (03) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides around our door, I was alone on the doorstep in the cold wind, No, not alone, for two huge beings … Continue reading
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 perfect action hath the grace Of indolence or thoughtless hardihood– These are the best: yet be there workmen good Who … Continue reading
High waving heather ‘neath stormy blasts bending (Emily Bronte Poems)
High waving heather ‘neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending, Man’s spirit away from its drear dungeon sending, Bursting the fetters and breaking the … Continue reading
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was like 12, 845 telephone booths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all the doors taken off and all … Continue reading
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 baby and went down there this morning. They were watering the cover with big revolving sprinklers. I saw some bread … Continue reading