The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Poems about blurred (31 Poems)
The Pike (Amy Lowell Poem)
In the brown water, Thick and silver-sheened in the sunshine, Liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds, A ...
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 ...
A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Toads Revisited (Philip Larkin Poem)
Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred ...
An Arundel Tomb (Philip Larkin Poem)
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
Faces In The Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
A Sunset (Victor Hugo Poem)
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Casualty (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
God’s Funeral (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
Old Age Gets Up (Ted Hughes Poem)
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that ...
Of The Ever-Changing Agitation In The Air (Jorie Graham Poem)
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
The Widow and Her Son XXI (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and ...
Fair to Compare (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Though they are flawed human motives blurred maybe not so pure of heart as the one who climbed the cross ...
My Walk to Emmaus (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A heavenly grace rained on me there on that dusty road to Emmaus a grace I have seen in little ...
From Art to Law (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
Tears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My eyes welled up Tears rolled down my cheeks As the choir sang Of God's Love and His forgiveness Vision ...
For Once, Then, Something (Robert Frost Poem)
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
Touched my family (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Beach Glass (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Young Blood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Dream Song 94: Ill lay he long, upon this last return (John Berryman Poem)
Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and ...
Correspondences (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
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 ...
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 ...
Chiarascuro: Rose (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
This Is A Photograph Of Me (Margaret Atwood Poem)
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...