Tiare Tahiti (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Poems about birds (51 Poems)
1914 II: Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
II. Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
The Hill (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said "Through ...
The Treasure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
For The Future (Wendell Berry Poem)
Planting trees early in spring, we make a place for birds to sing in time to come. How do we ...
The Innovator (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Winter Landscape (John Berryman Poem)
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
A Woman’s Last Word (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
517. Song-O wat ye wha’s in yon town (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
223. Song-The Chevalier’s Lament (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow ...
500. Song-Craigieburn Wood (Second Version) (Robert Burns Poem)
SWEET fa's the eve on Craigieburn, And blythe awakes the morrow; But a' the pride o' Spring's return Can yield ...
12. Song-The Lass of Cessnock Banks (Robert Burns Poem)
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
316. Song-The Banks o’ Doon (First Version) (Robert Burns Poems)
SWEET are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I ...
330. Song-The Gallant Weaver (Robert Burns Poem)
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
334. Song-Fragment-Damon and Sylvia (Robert Burns Poem)
YON wandering rill that marks the hill, And glances o'er the brae, Sir, Slides by a bower, where mony a ...
Large Bad Picture (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up high black walls, up sombre terraces (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...