On the Wallaby (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
Poems about blankets (31 Poems)
The Tragedy (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
Romance Son?mbulo (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
Columns (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
His Meditation Upon Death (Robert Herrick Poem)
BE those few hours, which I have yet to spend, Blest with the meditation of my end; Though they be ...
the arrival of spring (cathe waller) (Rg Gregory Poem)
on the last day of winter i went to bed harsh winds rainstorms beating my head houses trees with a ...
In Winter’s Grip (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Snowbound (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
A Coat a Sweater too (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In words they could fathom a word, volunteer, held up explained by the work, the life of this church what ...
Chatter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A long time ago, when I was young, Back before I learned to respect the realities of heat exchange and ...
The night wind (Eugene Field Poem)
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you ...
The Hermit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Fishermen (James A. Emanuel Poem)
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
To Kathleen, after Neruda (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
The Summer I Was Sixteen (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Inheritance/Improvisation (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
Santa Fe In Winter (Deborah Ager Poem)
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Half-waking (William Allingham Poem)
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
The Song of Callicles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Song of Callicles, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Apollo Musagetes (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
The Shadow Voice (Margaret Atwood Poem)
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata (Robert Burns Poems)
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...