The Withdrawal (Robert Lowell Poem)
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
Poems about wrist (31 Poems)
The Last Chantey (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
IN THE PICTURE GALLERY (Henrik Ibsen Poem)
WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She ...
Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears (Brooks Haxton Poem)
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, ...
The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
The Dream of Eugene Aram (Thomas Hood Poem)
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre (A. E. Housman Poem)
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading ...
Dorothy Q. (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
THE BRACELET TO JULIA (Robert Herrick Poem)
Why I tie about thy wrist, Julia, this my silken twist? For what other reason is't, But to shew thee ...
September (Ted Hughes Poem)
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold: No clock counts this. When kisses are repeated and the arms hold ...
the adventures (from frederick and the enchantress – dance drama) (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Encounter (Robert Francis Poem)
Those who have touched it or been touched by it Or brushed by something that the vine has brushed, Or ...
Françoise And The Fruit Farmer (James A. Emanuel Poem)
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
The Bridge (Russell Edson Poem)
In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones. Before crossing he writes a letter to his ...
My Mother Would Be a Falconress (Robert Duncan Poem)
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The Token (John Donne Poem)
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Libido (Rupert Brooke Poem)
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
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 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
My Last Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...