A Fish Answers (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! ...
Poems about actual (31 Poems)
Keeping Going (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Middle Passage (Robert Hayden Poem)
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
PLAYING AT PRIESTS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
WITHIN a town where parity According to old form we see,-- That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no ...
SOUND, SWEET SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land, Sighing softly close at hand, Now of joy, and now of woe! Stars ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
In Winter’s Grip (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Snowbound (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Slant (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a ...
Dickeyville Grotto (Mark Doty Poem)
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
The Embrace (Mark Doty Poem)
You weren't well or really ill yet either; just a little tired, your handsomeness tinged by grief or anticipation, which ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Who never wanted — maddest Joy (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy Remains to him unknown -- The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine -- ...
They say that “Time assuages” — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
They say that "Time assuages" -- Time never did assuage -- An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age ...
Another barbeque tonight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
A Valentine (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Pain (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
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 ...
Rogue Elephant (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...