I Remember, I Remember (Philip Larkin Poem)
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
Poems about blunt (31 Poems)
The Hermit Goes Up Attic (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Sussex (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts) (Samuel Johnson Poem)
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Curriculum Vitae (Anthony Hecht Poem)
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The Deacon’s Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful “One-Hoss Shay”: A Logical Story (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Docker (Seamus Heaney Poem)
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Death Of A Naturalist (Seamus Heaney Poem)
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
transformations (Rg Gregory Poem)
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
Leave Your Country (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God sometimes blunt sometimes more subtle yet always calling us to move from our comfort Leave your country go out ...
Elementary School Ferns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were the ferns we could draw when we were little like turkeys made from hand stencils elementary school ferns ...
Crayola ‘Morn (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
End of Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Broken lines, walls in need of mending What would Frost say, or his good neighbor, behind mended walls? New England ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Time to play (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Story Of Isaac (Leonard Cohen Poem)
The door it opened slowly, my father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
59. Death and Dr. Hornbook (Robert Burns Poems)
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Night Shift (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
Poems, Potatoes (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
Wintering (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
Arms And The Boy (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all ...
Insensibility (Wilfred Owen Poems)
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
Me (Spike Milligan Poems)
Born screaming small into this world- Living I am. Occupational therapy twixt birth and death- What was I before? What ...