The Context of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
Poems about bushes (31 Poems)
The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Blueberries (Robert Frost Poem)
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
The Fear (Robert Frost Poem)
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- The Bushes -- they were Bells -- I could not find ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Early Nightingale (John Clare Poem)
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Farewell (John Clare Poem)
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
The house where I was born (06) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
In The Storm Of Roses (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Wherever we turn in the storm of roses, the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder of leaves, ...
That’s What I Said (April Bernard Poems)
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
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 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
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 ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
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 ...
Love Song to My Neighborhoods (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
The City Limits (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
An Arab Shepherd Is Searching For His Goat On Mount Zion (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for ...
185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water (Robert Burns Poem)
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
197. Song-The Banks of the Devon (Robert Burns Poems)
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest ...