Georgic on Memory (Erin Belieu Poem)
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
Poems about branches (51 Poems)
Legend of the Albino Farm (Erin Belieu Poem)
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
I, or Someone Like Me (Marvin Bell Poem)
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
My Soul is Awakened (Anne Bronte Poem)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day (Anne Bronte Poem)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Winter Nightfall (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Pleasure (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
A Forest Hymn (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
The Goddess in the Wood (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Goddess In The Wood, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Woods (Wendell Berry Poem)
I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent ...
In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The Lover in Hell (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
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 ...
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 ...
Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poem)
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
Nine Things (Richard Brautigan Poem)
It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
22. Song-Raging Fortune: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...