Dream Song 48: He yelled at me in Greek (John Berryman Poem)
He yelled at me in Greek, my God!â?"It's not his language and I'm no good atâ?"his Aramaic, wasâ?"I am a ...
Poems about bread (51 Poems)
The Curse (John Berryman Poem)
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
The Venal Muse (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
Benediction (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
69. Third Epistle to J. Lapraik (Robert Burns Poem)
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet (Robert Burns Poem)
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
369. Song-My Collier Laddie (Robert Burns Poem)
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Sestina (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Even Because (Ralph Angel Poem)
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Music I Heard (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
Discordants (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Robin Redbreast (William Allingham Poem)
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Memorial Day For The War Dead (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Do Not Accept (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Worldly Place (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Even in a palace, life may be led well! So spake the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus Aurelius. But ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
East London (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War (Margaret Atwood Poem)
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
Morning in the Burned House (Margaret Atwood Poem)
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
Alone (Maya Angelou Poem)
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
390. Song-A Health to them that’s awa (Robert Burns Poems)
HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish gude luck ...