Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
Poems about bother (31 Poems)
Sez You (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
American Beauty (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
Epic (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
I have lived in important places, times When great events were decided, who owned That half a rood of rock, ...
The Sons of Martha (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their ...
The Ballad of Persse O’Reilly (James Joyce Poems)
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
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 Bullfinches (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Bother Bulleys, let us sing From the dawn till evening! - For we know not that we go not When ...
America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Just a Game (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
There is something that puzzles me, Things that can't be so; If it's not too much to bother you, There's ...
Which freedoms do we value (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In a moment of reflection may we stop on Independence Day to think of our freedoms in a totally new ...
The Bench-Legged Fyce (Eugene Field Poem)
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
I Go Back To The House For A Book (Billy Collins Poem)
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
Child Development (Billy Collins Poem)
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
God Give to Men (Arna Bontemps Poem)
God give the yellow man an easy breeze at blossom time. Grant his eager, slanting eyes to cover every land ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
132. Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor (Robert Burns Poem)
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
68. The Holy Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Little Pierre’s Song (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
Montrose (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, ...
Saved by Music (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
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, ...
Cuba (Paul Muldoon Poems)
My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. 'Who the hell do you think you ...
Bonnie Montrose (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, ...