Hope (Randall Jarrell Poem)
The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life. The week is dealt out like a hand That children pick up ...
Poems about card (31 Poems)
stylised tulips (Rg Gregory Poem)
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
Not Fear (Rafael Guillen Poem)
Not fear. Maybe, out there somewhere, the possibility of fear; the wall that might tumble down, because it's for sure ...
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 ...
The Threats in the Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Modern shepherds watching in the dark guarding the flock from threats in the night the world, in chaos crime, terror, ...
Fear Not (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fear not, people living in the dark the light is come, Christ, the first born son the lamb of God ...
Captive Roses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
beautiful, long stemmed, perfect blooms, captive blooms in the vases, of gifts of love from her, from me, from them ...
Networking (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hi, how are you, nice to see you, what brings you here, what are you getting from what the speakers ...
Justified by Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh, thank heaven, no, really, thank heaven that we are justified by grace, not as an excuse, or a get ...
Oh How I Love Her (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She smiled at me, with my bouquet of roses, freshly brought up from their hiding place in the cold basement ...
Books (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card ...
William Rufus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
Mr. Mistoffelees (T. S. Eliot Poem)
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Valentine (Carol Ann Duffy Poem)
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown ...
Named (Stephen Dunn Poem)
He'd spent his life trying to control the names people gave him; oh the unfair and the accurate equally hurt. ...
We do not know the time we lose — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We do not know the time we lose -- The awful moment is And takes its fundamental place Among the ...
Stay (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing heart. Into your hands it's falling, a rickety house of cards. ...
To Kate. (In Lieu Of A Valentine) (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Sweet Love and I had oft communed; We were, indeed, great friends, And oft I sought his office, near Where ...
No Beer, No Work (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front (Wendell Berry Poem)
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
Do not be ashamed (Wendell Berry Poem)
You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
102. To a Mountain Daisy (Robert Burns Poems)
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
98. To Mr. M’Adam, of Craigen-Gillan (Robert Burns Poems)
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the ...
92. Suppressed Stanzas of “The Vision” (Robert Burns Poems)
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
To A Mountain Daisy (Robert Burns Poems)
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...