For the Union Dead (Robert Lowell Poem)
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
Poems about cars (31 Poems)
Prospect NSW (For Anita Cobby) (Dale Harcombe Poem)
The hushed dark hugs the streets. Somewhere a cat snaps the silence. Dogs begin to bark, like a pack moving ...
Autobiography (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
Standardization (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
Testimony (Seamus Heaney Poem)
'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the ...
new age (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
Helen In Hollywood (Judy Grahn Poem)
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
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 ...
Wild Orphan (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel-- and ...
America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
The Bite of the Shovel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
Misuse Happens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Misuse happens our resources, our vision focused on the wrong our temporal, urgent society-driven desires instant gratification excess, and hangover ...
Arc of the Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
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 ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
The Sleepers (William Henry Davies Poem)
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
Salvage (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
The Desk, for Jeremy (Michael Burch Poem)
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
The City Is A Garment (Michael Burch Poem)
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
Mary (Edgar Bowers Poem)
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Music (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
The Tortoise In Keystone Heights (Deborah Ager Poem)
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Weekend Glory (Maya Angelou Poem)
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
The Lovers of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
His Wife, The Painter (Charles Bukowski Poems)
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
At Bessemer (Philip Levine Poems)
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
Salts And Oils (Philip Levine Poems)
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...