Ole (Giorgi Leonidze Poems)
1. Lone tree, on a rock by Liakhvi, You stand, clothed in tatters, - Ole, Ole, Solitary, All day and through long nights; Inside something is burning ...
Poems about arsenic (14 Poems)
California Winter (Karl Shapiro Poems)
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
The Wonderful Spring Of San Joaquin (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
LXII: Terence, This is Stupid Stuff (A E Housman Poems)
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
The Tight Brigade (Billy Bennett Poems)
Half a league, half a league, football league, 0nward.In fifteen char-a-bancs rode the 600. This is the tale of a ...
Lines Suggested By The Fourteenth Of February – I (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
Ere the morn the East has crimsoned, When the stars are twinkling there,(As they did in Watts's Hymns, and Made ...
Ten Little Jackaroos (A B Banjo Paterson Poems)
Ten little Jackaroos at riding wished to shine,One rode the Corkscrew colt, and then there were nine.Nine little Jackaroos mending ...
Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff (A. E. Housman Poem)
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
My Feud (Robert William Service Poems)
I hate my neighbour Widow Green; I'd like to claw her face; But if I did she'd make a scene ...
L’Art (Ezra Pound Poems)
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. (Ezra Pound)
Elm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
Last Instructions to a Painter (Andrew Marvell Poems)
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...