The Song of a Man Who has Come Through (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of ...
Poems about wedge (27 Poems)
Baby Tortoise (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Taxi (Amy Lowell Poem)
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against ...
Hiawatha’s Sailing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
My Father’s Love Letters (Yusef Komunyakaa Poems)
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
The Flight (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
The H. Communion (George Herbert Poem)
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To ...
Sin – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wedge pushing away schism by my own hands, my acts keeping me from you September 5, 2008 written at the ...
One Lonely Afternoon (Russell Edson Poem)
Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of water, I graciously submit myself to the task, ...
On a Columnar Self — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On a Columnar Self -- How ample to rely In Tumult -- or Extremity -- How good the Certainty That ...
At the Vietnam War Memorial (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
Prayer for Patience (William Cowper Poem)
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me, My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for Thee, ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Risus Dei (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Fiesta Melons (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In Benidorm there are melons, Whole donkey-carts full Of innumerable melons, Ovals and balls, Bright green and thumpable Laced over ...
WREATH OF SONNETS (Vlanes Poems)
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Paradise Lost: Book 07 (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
The Fish (Marianne Moore Poems)
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...
Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
Torn Shades (Thomas Lux Poems)
How, in the first place, did they get torn-pulled down hard too many times: to hide a blow, or sex, ...
The Man Into Whose Yard You Should Not Hit Your Ball (Thomas Lux Poems)
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...