To Lord Hu (Li Ching Chao Poem)
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
Poems about trees (51 Poems)
Nothing Stays Put (Amy Clampitt Poem)
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Four Days In Vermont (Robert Creeley Poem)
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
A Form Of Women (Robert Creeley Poem)
I have come far enough from where I was not before to have seen the things looking in at me ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. (Stephen Crane Poem)
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Fishing On The Susquehanna In July (Billy Collins Poem)
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
THE TABLE IN A RESTAURANT (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
To a Friend (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; To busy phantasies, and ...
The Hon. Sec. (John Betjeman Poem)
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
The Irish Unionist’s farewell to Greta Hellastrom in 1922 (John Betjeman Poems)
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
The Wife a-Lost (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
The Wife a-Lost (William Barnes Poem)
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
Passion (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
The Skies (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Finding (Rupert Brooke Poem)
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
The Lilies (Wendell Berry Poem)
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
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, ...
For The Future (Wendell Berry Poem)
Planting trees early in spring, we make a place for birds to sing in time to come. How do we ...