Salamanders in the Bark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mulch, beside the house By the foundation, under the wet, Decaying broad oak leaves Renewing the soil, as they do ...
Poems about carved (50 Poems)
An Aborted Strike (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hawk swooped down falling talons first, down from the sky, out of the blue across my field of vision, ...
In the Dark of Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
Graves of New Orleans (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
Memorial Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Inside this obelisk this homage, this singular space dedicated to the first in the heart of the city forgotten stones ...
Family Secrets (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little and big secrets silence, unsharing from shame, for protection blank spots in the telling of our story Carved off ...
Billable (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Capturing minutiae slices of time carved from the flow of my life segmenting the ebb and rush of phone and ...
The discreet collector (Eugene Field Poem)
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
In Memoriam: Four Poets (Robert Francis Poem)
1 Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
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 ...
Dove in the Arch (Robert Desnos Poem)
Cursed! be the father of the bride of the blacksmith who forged the iron for the axe with which the ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis ...
He found my Being — set it up — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He found my Being -- set it up -- Adjusted it to place -- Then carved his name -- upon ...
Of all the Souls that stand create — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of all the Souls that stand create -- I have elected -- One -- When Sense from Spirit -- files ...
Landscapes (Andree Chedid Poem)
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Night Ray (Paul Celan Poem)
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: to her I send the coffin of lightest ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Study In Orange And White (Billy Collins Poem)
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
PROMISE (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
Landscapes (John Burnside Poem)
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
The Smile on the Face of a Kouros (William Bronk Poem)
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
To The Dead (Frank Bidart Poem)
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
May 24, 1980 (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...