Mr. Hosea Biglow To The Editor Of The Atlantic Monthly (James Russell Lowell Poems)
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
Poems about bumblebees (20 Poems)
February (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
They went to the February place: 'Twas fashioned, with curious art, Of colored sugar and paper lace, With a front door shaped like ...
A Country Pathway (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
The Tourist (Hattie Howard Poems)
Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land, And prove the touring season actively begun; His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand, For each ...
There Are Faeries (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IThere are faeries, bright of eye,Who the wildflowers' warders are:Ouphes, that chase the firefly;Elves, that ride the shooting-star:Fays, who in ...
Krishna Awakes (Sant Surdas Poems)
Krishna awake, for the day has dawned:large, deep and lotus-like,your eyes are as in the love-shaped lakea pair of swans ...
The Boys (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,And the warm, chubby fingers ...
“Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees.” (Ivan Bunin Poems)
Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees, wheat ears and grasses,Azure skies - of high summer the birth…To his prodigal son will ...
An Hour (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voicesAnd the ...
Awake O! Prince Of Braj (Sant Surdas Poems)
Awake, Krishna,awake the lotus-petalsopen the water-lilies droopthe bumblebees have leftthe creepers cocks crow,and birds chirp on the trees.The cows are ...
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir (Emily Dickinson Poems)
32When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,And Violets are done-When Bumblebees in solemn flightHave passed beyond the Sun-The hand that paused ...
The Snap of the Apple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The snap of the apple fresh-picked from the orchard the juices, sticky, drizzling down in my beard the bumblebees humming ...
A Hidden Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rich, full, round rhododendron bloom hidden, nestled snug behind the yew, full green deep forest, radiant chartreuse where the ...
South Winds jostle them (Emily Dickinson Poem)
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done -- When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
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 ...
Identity (A. R. Ammons Poem)
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
Yes, the Dead Speak to Us (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Corn Hut Talk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...