Bogland (Seamus Heaney Poem)
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
Poems about bog (31 Poems)
The Tollund Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Digging (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
the adventures (from frederick and the enchantress – dance drama) (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Long After the Bog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking around the parkway, cut through the wooded place long after this land was a lake, long after the bog ...
Processes of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Processes of the land, of the water, the air of plants, of animals, of man natural processes, those of man, ...
Pitcher Plant (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
Iris (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What is it about irises in the garden whether blue flag or yellow, deep purple, white with red why do ...
The ride to bumpville (Eugene Field Poem)
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
The Batchelors Song (Thomas Flatman Poem)
Like a Dog with a bottle, fast ti'd to his tail, Like Vermin in a trap, or a Thief in ...
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
It will be Summer — eventually. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- The Dimples ran along -- And still it hurt you, as some ...
A Burdock — clawed my Gown (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown -- Not Burdock's -- blame -- But mine -- Who went too near The ...
I’m Nobody! Who are you? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- Too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd ...
The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews (Amy Clampitt Poem)
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
Elegy for an Enemy (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
Browning Decides To Be A Poet (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
179. To Miss Ferrier, enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair (Robert Burns Poems)
NAE heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. ...
Let Us Have Madness (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
Let us have madness openly. O men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age: See ...
The Bonnie Lass o’ Ruily (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
The Bonnie Sidlaw Hills (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Bonnie Clara, will you go to the bonnie Sidlaw hills And pu' the blooming heather, and drink from their rills? ...
Paradise Lost: Book 02 (John Milton Poems)
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
The Curse (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Oh, lay my ashes on the wind That blows across the sea. And I shall meet a fisherman Out of ...
The Singing-Woman From The Wood’s Edge (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
The Blue-Flag In The Bog (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
Indignation Jones (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...