The Lane (Edward Thomas Poems)
Some day, I think, there will be people enoughIn Froxfield to pick all the blackberriesOut of the hedges of Green ...
Poems about blackberry (21 Poems)
A Kerry Road (Clinton Scollard Poems)
Snow of the blackberry bloom, purple of heather bells, The fir and the oak tree boughs with the ivy ...
Souvenir (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Just a rainy day or twoIn a windy tower,That was all I had of you—Saving half an hour.Marred by greeting ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Blackberry Eating (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, ...
A Burgundy Bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A vine, a burgundy bramble blackberry bushes, tall, in the fall sun shiny burgundy, yellow, green leaves standing tall, as ...
A Burgundy Bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A vine, a burgundy bramble blackberry bushes, tall, in the fall sun shiny burgundy, yellow, green leaves standing tall, as ...
Crouched in the blackberry bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
A walk by the edge of the wood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
Berrying (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
"May be true what I had heard, Earth's a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force," Said I, strolling through ...
Tz’u No. 1 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance" Fragrant grass beside the pond green shade over the hall a clear cold ...
Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took 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 ...
Of a Forgetful Sea (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
The Barefoot Boy (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
October (Edward Thomas Poems)
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- ...
The Lane (Edward Thomas Poems)
Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges ...
Blackberrying (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Souvenir (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Just a rainy day or two In a windy tower, That was all I had of you- Saving half an ...