A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Poems about breath (51 Poems)
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Song For The Rainy Season (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Sonnet (1928) (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
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 ...
Questions of Travel (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
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 ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 03: Haunted Chambers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
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 ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Evening Song Of Senlin (Conrad Aiken Poem)
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Nocturne Of Remembered Spring (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Discordants (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Morning (Deborah Ager Poem)
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower (Sarah Flower Adams Poem)
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
Hymn (Sarah Flower Adams Poem)
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
Emblems of Love (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Thoreau’s Flute (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...