Epilogue To The Breakfast-Table Series (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
AUTOCRAT-PROFESSOR-POETAT A BOOKSTOREAnno Domini 1972A CRAZY bookcase, placed beforeA low-price dealer's open door;Therein arrayed in broken rowsA ragged crew of ...
Poems about bookcase (14 Poems)
Sequestered Writing (Carolyn Forch Poems)
Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.The way light fills the hand with ...
The Old Weathercock: An Idyll (Eduard Morike Poems)
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
Erratic Musings (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
August (Boris Pasternak Poems)
This was its promise, held to faithfully:The early morning sun came in this wayUntil the angle of its saffron beamBetween ...
The End Of A Page (Bernard Waters Poems)
THE Room is getting cold, one gas-light burns And the fire is now a monotonous red glow ; The old ...
To ***** (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
I WAS a child when first I read your books, And lov'd you dearly, so far as I could see ...
Before a Fall (Geoffrey Grigson Poems)
And what was the big room he walked in? The big room he walked in, Over the smooth floor, Under ...
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 ...
Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
What Would Freud Say? (Bob Hicok Poem)
Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me ...
The Sun On The Bookcase (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And here my page is, and there ...
The Lion For Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...