Sunthin’ In The Pastoral Line (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
Poems about adobe (13 Poems)
The House of Odes (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Writingtheseodesin thisyear nineteenhundred andfifty-five,readying and tuningmy demanding, murmuring lyre,I know who I amand where my song is going.I understandthat the ...
Casa Grande: Arizona (Norman MacLeod Poems)
Hohokams trod a river trail In a desert's middle ages;The warriors hunted fox and quail And learned what drouth presages.The tined yellow ...
Mission San Rafael (Gordon W Norris Poems)
Five old pear trees mourn on the west windBlowing in through the Golden GateWaiting now by a vanished missionWhere the ...
For The King (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
You and You (Edith Wharton Poems)
TO THE AMERICAN PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR Every one of you won the war- You and you and you- ...
Ann Arbor Variations (Frank O Hara Poems)
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
The Realms Of Gold (Alfred Noyes Poems)
(Written after hearing a line of Keats repeated by a passing strangerunder the palms of Southern California.)Under the palms of ...
The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926) (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
Prelude (Fenton Johnson Poems)
'Tis twilight dim; the musing dreamer sitsBefore his hearth, the sunset on his brow,And thus he ponders ere the birth ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Santa Fe In Winter (Deborah Ager Poem)
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
The Whole Soul (Philip Levine Poems)
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...