Memories of West Street and Lepke (Robert Lowell Poem)
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Poems about cans (31 Poems)
Happiness (Jane Kenyon Poem)
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Exiles (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Underwater Autumn (Richard Hugo Poem)
Now the summer perch flips twice and glides a lateral fathom at the first cold rain, the surface near to ...
Jet (Tony Hoagland Poem)
Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Optimistic Man (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
as a child he never plucked the wings off flies he didn't tie tin cans to cats' tails or lock ...
Blackberry-Picking (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
Plutonian Ode (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
September On Jessore Road (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
A Supermarket In California (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
More Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where to look, where to find more stones for the rows the walk waiting in the yard unfinished lines, longing ...
A Harvest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our church, a place of harvest a harvest of cans of love for others for our neighbors not merely a ...
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 ...
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
The Song against Grocers (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
Beach Glass (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
Coffee & Dolls (April Bernard Poem)
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
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 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
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 Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Filling Station (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Flophouse (Charles Bukowski Poems)
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
I Won, You Lost (Philip Levine Poems)
The last of day gathers in the yellow parlor and drifts like fine dust across the face of the gilt-framed ...
My Fathers, The Baltic (Philip Levine Poems)
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
Where We Live Now (Philip Levine Poems)
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...