Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
Poems about baskets (31 Poems)
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
The Old Jimmy Woodser (Henry Lawson Poem)
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
The Grave of the Hundered Head (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's a widow in sleepy Chester Who weeps for her only son; There's a grave on the Pabeng River, A ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Eastern River (Peter Huchel Poem)
Do not look for the stones in water above the mud, the boat is gone. No longer with nets and ...
The Lent Lily (A. E. Housman Poem)
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The ...
No Buyers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
cherries and birds (Rg Gregory Poem)
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
I DREAM OF MY GRANDMOTHER AND GREAT-GRANDMOTHER (Maria Mazziotti Gillan Poem)
I imagine them walking down rocky paths toward me, strong, Italian women returning at dusk from fields where they worked ...
By Your Living Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Years of rebellion the corrosive sand of my sin filling me completely not letting You in Slowly but surely adding ...
Washing the Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From our clay from our bodies the baskets of our spirits washed with living water Slowly, with a purpose immersed ...
Enough for the Tribes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christ waiting sensing the people come for him needing to be fed Blessing the meal the loaves and fishes enough ...
The Snap of the Apple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The snap of the apple fresh-picked from the orchard the juices, sticky, drizzling down in my beard the bumblebees humming ...
Hidden Glory (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's Glory alive, shining brightly within each of us not hidden not within, under baskets We must be confident, children ...
Blessing the Food (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before the blessing meager, inadequate five loves, two fish A blessing, bread help up to heaven suddenly, more than enough ...
Petals in Their Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Shyanne and Shanequa, then still four and three practiced scene stealers, carrying adorned baskets of the rose petals, bouquets we ...
Rose Petals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dried and gathered, pastel echoes of their blooms baskets, bowls of rose petals Beautiful memories supple skin, fading fragrance tokes ...
Darks, Whites, and . Pinks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
Crying to be written (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
This Evening Also (Paul Celan Poem)
more fully, since snow fell even on this sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea, blossoms the ice in those baskets you carry into ...
The Iron Bridge (Billy Collins Poem)
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Tourists (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
Preludium to America (William Blake Poems)
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
The Wounded Bird (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in soft motion She is like ...
Campo di Fiori (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...