Business Girls (John Betjeman Poem)
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
Poems about tiny (51 Poems)
Death In Leamington (John Betjeman Poem)
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
The Cut Finger (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
THE GOSSOON It's bleedin'! It's bleedin'! THE OULD WOMAN An' shure, me lad, 't is bleedin'; But come, ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Vision Of The Archangels, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
The Vision of the Archangels (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
One Day (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
Dead Men’s Love (Rupert Brooke Poems)
There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not ...
Sparrow singing (Yosa Buson Poem)
Sparrow singing-- its tiny mouth open. (Yosa Buson)
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
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 ...
Going Back to School (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
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 ...
Because My Faltering Feet (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of Hell Give me the Word ...
Dream Song 107: Three ‘coons come at his garbage. He be cross (John Berryman Poems)
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht (John Berryman Poem)
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
Home Thoughts, From Abroad (Robert Browning Poem)
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
First Death In Nova Scotia (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
The Fish (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Inheritance/Improvisation (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
Tidy (Ralph Angel Poem)
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...