Poems about slender (51 Poems)
The City Is A Garment (Michael Burch Poem)
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed into the night, and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, now spill their brilliant contents out like coins on motorways and esplanades; … Continue reading
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in thy woes forget mine own. To see thee stand prepared to fly, And flap those useless wings of thine, And … Continue reading
Gloomily the Clouds (Anne Bronte Poem)
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O’er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; Only I can hear it sweeping Heathclad hill and woodland dale, And at times the nights’s sad weeping Sounds above … Continue reading
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in thy woes forget mine own. To see thee stand prepared to fly, And flap those useless wings of thine, And … Continue reading
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy the flowers And cloudless the heavens above. It was Arabia’s distant land And peaceful was the hour; Two youthful figures … 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
1991-I (Wendell Berry Poem)
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, and greed at home. Upon our giddy tower We’d oversway the world. Our hate comes down to kill Those whom … Continue reading
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
“Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?” — Browning. “Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,” The old man said. A dry smile creased his face With many wrinkles. “That’s a great poem, now! That one of Browning’s! Shelley? … Continue reading
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
“Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never make his way.” Letter of George Keats, 18– Night falls; the great jars glow against the dark, Dark green, dusk … Continue reading
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the dandelion side of the mountain. He was, of course, a Jew, a retired merchant seaman who had been torpedoed in … Continue reading