Passage (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Where the cedar leaf divides the skyI heard the sea.In sapphire arenas of the hillsI was promised an improved infancy.Sulking, ...
Poems about bushels (14 Poems)
Palinodia (Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
The Drum (Eugene Field Poems)
I'm a beautiful red, red drum,And I train with the soldier boys;As up the street we come,Wonderful is our noise!There's ...
Harvest Time (Charles Henry Soutar Poems)
When the cranky German waggon, With its ten or fifteen bag on Comes a-jerkin' and a-joltin' down the dusty, limestone ...
The Grain Tribute (Bai JuYi Poems)
There came an officer knocking by night at my doorIn a loud voice demanding grain-tribute.My house-servants dared not wait till ...
The Son: Southern Ohio Market Town (Frederic Ridgely Torrence Poems)
I heard an old farm-wife, Selling some barley, Mingle her life with life And the name "Charley". Saying, "The crop's ...
The Hermit Goes Up Attic (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Boaz Asleep (Victor Hugo Poem)
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
A Familiar Letter (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
The drum (Eugene Field Poem)
I'm a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful ...
Clancy Of The Mounted Police (Robert William Service Poems)
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
Bas-Relief (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FIVE geese deploy mysteriously. Onward proudly with flagstaffs, Hearses with silver bugles, Bushels of plum-blossoms dropping For ten mystic web-feet- ...
How Much? (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HOW much do you love me, a million bushels? Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more. And ...