Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Poems about city (51 Poems)
Sky Harbor (Norman Dubie Poem)
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
Broadway (Mark Doty Poem)
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
It seldom snowed, they said – Part I (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
Frogmouth biker (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
A Song before Sailing (Bliss Carman Poem)
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
Cologne (Paul Celan Poem)
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
The New Freethinker (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit ...
Jehovah-Shammah (William Cowper Poem)
(Ezekiel, xlviii.35) As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to ...
Carmen De Boheme (Hart Crane Poem)
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
The Twins (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
The Twins (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Cologne (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
In K?hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
To a Friend (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; To busy phantasies, and ...
An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield (John Betjeman Poem)
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man (John Betjeman Poem)
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
The Final Tax (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
These Green-Going-to-Yellow (Marvin Bell Poem)
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
Pleasure (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Hymn of the City (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
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 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...