Patterns (Amy Lowell Poem)
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
Poems about bathing (31 Poems)
Lines On A Young Lady’s Photograph Album (Philip Larkin Poems)
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
One Train May Hide Another (Kenneth Koch Poem)
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Epithalamion (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
Under The Waterfall (Thomas Hardy Poem)
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
the ordinary again (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
Salmon (Jorie Graham Poem)
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
Doing an Easy Thing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not going into battle not traveling far not going to the cross bearing others' sin Doing an easy thing only ...
Our Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The windward island, southern end, easterly beach early in the morning, before the hotel stirred pool chairs turned to the ...
A Well-lit Rosa Rugosa (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The falling sun bathing the island falling down, toward the horizon, lighting beautiful rose bloom streaming through the rose skin, ...
Sticky Hair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Oh, gross!" A chorus of groans at the thought of her sticky hair in a world without indoor plumbing or ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Cupid And Folly (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
CUPID, ere depriv'd of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and ...
Hey Baby (Maggie Estep Poem)
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Little Birds (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
TWO LOVERS (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
A Shropshire Lad (John Betjeman Poem)
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
THE SWAN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Like A Flower In The Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...