In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Poems about weeds (35 Poems)
Tilling in the Field (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
Pool Soup – V2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Grass and needles and weeds stirred by arms and sticks in the pink pool in the yard The giggle twins ...
Pool Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Grass and needles and weeds stirred by arms and sticks in the pool in the yar. The giggle twins working ...
Desert Places (Robert Frost Poem)
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost ...
Wind and Window Flower (Robert Frost Poem)
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Initial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
The Sluggard (William Henry Davies Poem)
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind ...
After a hundred years (Emily Dickinson Poem)
After a hundred years Nobody knows the Place Agony that enacted there Motionless as Peace Weeds triumphant ranged Strangers strolled ...
Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
The Palace of Humbug (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
Auschwitz Rose (Michael Burch Poem)
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
The House That Was (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
Day That I Have Loved (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
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 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
Love’s Last Adieu (Lord Byron Poems)
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
Thus the Mayne glideth (Robert Browning Poem)
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Little Exercise (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
The Map (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...