Poems about sill (31 Poems)
The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by a candle. Puffs of darkness sweep into the corners, and keep rolling through the room behind his chair. The … Continue reading
Fool’s Money Bags (Amy Lowell Poems)
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His eyes are wet and urgent, And his body is taut and shaking. It is cold on the terrace; A pale … Continue reading
The School In August (Philip Larkin Poem)
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow across the floor A sunbeam creeps between the chairs Till the sun shines no more. Who did their hair before … Continue reading
Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
‘This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.’ Flowered curtains, thin and frayed, Fall to within five inches of the sill, Whose window shows a strip of building land, … Continue reading
The Hermit Goes Up Attic (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. The wood was new. The pitch ran down to blunt the year: 1811, the score: 10, he carved into the … Continue reading
The Only Son (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew For she heard a whimper under the sill and a great grey paw came through. The fresh flame comforted the hut and shone on the roof-beam, And … Continue reading
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through the mist of passed years: For others, good or bad, hatred and tears Have become indolent; but touching thine, One … Continue reading
Ode To A Dressmaker’s Dummy (Donald Justice Poems)
Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included. – Sears, Roebuck Catalogue O my coy darling, still You wear for me the scent Of those long afternoons we spent, The two of us together, Safe in the attic … Continue reading
To An Athlete Dying Young (A. E. Housman Poem)
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you … Continue reading
The Deacon’s Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful “One-Hoss Shay”: A Logical Story (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it — ah, but stay, I’ll tell you what happened without … Continue reading