Red Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Red Sky at night, sailor's delight or so the tale goes; but I wonder what those sailors would have made ...
Poems about buildings (33 Poems)
Leon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
Urban Ornaments (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Shades of (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How do you capture living, changing color the shades of sunset, across the dome, the panorama, the full circle catching ...
A Cold Breeze (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
A Gray Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
Circles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
Anniversary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An anniversary Of a moment (if many hours can be but a moment) When pain brought a common numbing A ...
To Tag (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Drug Trial (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
Neither Snow (Billy Collins Poem)
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Executive (John Betjeman Poem)
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the ...
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 ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
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 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Dream Song 98: I met a junior–not so junior–and (John Berryman Poem)
I met a juniorâ?"not so juniorâ?"and a-many others, who knew 'him' or 'them' long ago, slightly, whom I know. It ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Letter To N.Y. (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
This (Ralph Angel Poem)
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
The Lake (Deborah Ager Poem)
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Into the Dusk-Charged Air (John Ashbery Poem)
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...