May-Day (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
Poems about azaleas (15 Poems)
To —– (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
LINES WRITTEN AFTER A SUMMER DAY'S EXCURSION.Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom,In hieroglyph of bud and bloom,Her mysteries are told;Who, wise ...
Sonnets (Gwendolyn Bennett Poems)
1.He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black—A lover come from legends long ago—With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow,And ...
Poem for Confederate Memorial Day (Oliver Reeves Poems)
How many springs have gone since theyWho wore the uniform of grayLast looked upon summer snow of dogwood, blooming belowTheir ...
April — North Carolina (Harriet Monroe Poems)
Would you not be in Tryon Now that the spring is here,When mocking-birds are praising The fresh, the blossomy year?Look — on ...
White Azaleas (Harriet McEwen Kimball Poems)
Azaleas - whitest of white!White as the drifted snowFresh-fallen out of the night,Before the coming glow.Tinges the morning light;When the ...
blooming azaleas (Masaoka Shiki Poems)
blooming azaleasin a hollow on a cliffa Buddha stands(Masaoka Shiki)
The Land of Exile (Chu Yuan Poems)
Methinks there's a geniusRoams in the mountains,Girdled with ivyAnd robed in wisteria,Lips ever smiling,Of noble demeanour,Driving the yellow pard,Tiger-attended,Couched in ...
Dogwood Blossoms (George Marion McClellan Poems)
To dreamy languors and the violet mistOf early Spring, the deep sequestered valeGives first her paling-blue Miamimist,Where blithely pours the ...
October, 1879 (Constance Naden Poems)
THROUGH all the dolorous year mine eyes have sought The ever-living loveliness that cleaves Even to dim grey skies and ...
Flowers (Florence Taber Holt Poems)
Not all flowers have souls,But roses, for they are memories of lovers,And lilies, their prayers,Azaleas; who give themselves to the ...
The Untrustworthy Speaker (Louise Gluck Poem)
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
THE LAST DAY OF ANOTHER HOME HOLIDAY (Barry Tebb Poems)
I sat on a low stone wall Watching the blue blood of the azaleas Spatter on Haworth's cobbles. A seamless ...
To Gnedich (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...