The Oeconomy Of Love (John Armstrong Poems)
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how ...
Poems about astringent (13 Poems)
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II – Part 03 – Atomic Forms And Their Combinations (Lucretius Poems)
Now come, and next hereafter apprehendWhat sorts, how vastly different in form,How varied in multitudinous shapes they are-These old beginnings ...
Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
Kiwi (May Swenson Poems)
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
The Spilling Of The Wine (Lola Ridge Poems)
The soldiers lie upon the snow,That no longer gyrates under the spinning lightsNight juggles in her fat black hands.They will ...
Waterfall (Lauris Dorothy Edmond Poems)
I do not ask for youth, nor for delayin the rising of time's irreversible riverthat takes the jewelled arc of ...
Mithridatum of Despair (Max Harris Poems)
We know no mithridatum of despairas drunks, the angry penguins of the night,straddling the cobbles of the square,tying a shoelace ...
Antidote (Nogales, Sonora, Mexico) (Norman MacLeod Poems)
Topers in NogalesPrefer the Greaser's Side;Laws are not astringent, Thirst is deified...Mountains mauve and beryl,Their ragged ends awry,Piercing through the topaz Melted ...
Unknown Woman (Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok Poems)
Above the restaurants in the eveningsThe sultry air is wild and still,And the decaying breath of springDrives drunken shouting.Above the ...
From “Sonnets Of A Portrait Painter” (Arthur Davison Ficke Poems)
I am in love with high far-seeing places That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm, In love with hours when ...
Sonnet (Arthur Davison Ficke Poems)
There are strange shadows fostered of the moon, More numerous than the clear-cut shade of day…. Go forth, ...
Sheltered Garden (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
I Wrung My Hands (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...