Of all the Sounds despatched abroad (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
Poems about bone (51 Poems)
No Rack can torture me (Emily Dickinson Poem)
No Rack can torture me -- My Soul -- at Liberty -- Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder ...
My Portion is Defeat — today — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen -- Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in ...
As far from pity, as complaint (Emily Dickinson Poem)
As far from pity, as complaint -- As cool to speech -- as stone -- As numb to Revelation As ...
A science — so the Savants say, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A science -- so the Savants say, "Comparative Anatomy" -- By which a single bone -- Is made a secret ...
The Wind — tapped like a tired Man (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
It is easy to work when the soul is at play (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It is easy to work when the soul is at play -- But when the soul is in pain -- ...
Severer Service of myself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Hymn to Pan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Hymn to Pan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
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 ...
Ballad Of The Despairing Husband (Robert Creeley Poem)
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Cleansings (Michael Burch Poem)
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
See (Michael Burch Poem)
See how her hair has thinned: it does not seem / like hair at all, but like the airy moult ...
Snake (John Burnside Poem)
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
A Letter to Her Husband (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly ...
The Alchemist (Louise Bogan Poem)
I burned my life, that I may find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
Anorexic (Eavan Boland Poem)
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...