Sarn Rhiw (R S Thomas Poems)
So we know she must have said something to him--What language, life? Oh, what language? Thousands of years later I inhabit a house whose stone is ...
Poems about certainties (19 Poems)
Man’s Presumption (Patience Worth Poems)
Oh, man's presumption! It maketh me to smile-Tolerantly, for I am acquaintedWith the mysteries of God.Man moutheth over words,And hangeth ...
My Hand (Patience Worth Poems)
My hand, behold it-God's implement!The Master speaks, and it labours, followingNo pattern, but groping through the darkness-Uncertainly creating certainties!My hand, ...
The Borough. Letter XXIII: Prisons (George Crabbe Poems)
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
The Sphinx (Edith Nesbit Poems)
THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not--if one could really see-- Mere flesh ...
I think to Live-may be a Bliss (Emily Dickinson Poems)
646I think to Live-may be a BlissTo those who dare to try-Beyond my limit to conceive-My lip-to testify-I think the ...
Wooden Ships (David Morton Poems)
They are remembering forests where they grew,--The midnight quiet, and the giant dance;And all the murmuring summers that they knewAre ...
Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
A Piece of Chalk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An unbroken piece of chalk rolling on the auditorium floor a symbol, an invitation, a means to witness to bear ...
Mahalia Jackson (James A. Emanuel Poem)
« I sing the LORD'S songs » (palms once tough to stay alive, alarm clock on five). Cinnamon cheeks, Lord, ...
Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
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 ...
I think to Live — may be a Bliss (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss To those who dare to try -- Beyond my limit to ...
American Feuillage. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Rise, O Days. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
I VENT MY WRATH ON ANIMALS (Jerome Rothenberg Poems)
I came alive when things went crazy. I pulled the plug on the reports of sturm & drang When someone ...
Avon’s Harvest (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love (George Meredith Poems)
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: The union of this ever-diverse pair! These two were rapid falcons in a ...
Modern Love: L (George Meredith Poems)
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: The union of this ever-diverse pair! These two were rapid falcons in a ...