Piano (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
Poems about clamor (31 Poems)
Looking, Walking, Being (Denise Levertov Poem)
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in." Mark Rudman I look and look. ...
The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Hiawatha’s Fishing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Shakespeare (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow; Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow To ...
Blessing The Cornfields (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
Song of the Red War-Boat (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
A Ballad of Burial (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
I Hardly Remember (Rafael Guillen Poem)
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I Hardly Remember (Robert Graves Poem)
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
Song of the Soul XXII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song - a song that lives In the seed of ...
Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI (Khalil Gibran Poem)
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
A Neoprene Monk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
Pan liveth (Eugene Field Poem)
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
War-Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell Be once disclosed to us The clamor for their loveliness Would burst the ...
The farthest Thunder that I heard (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The farthest Thunder that I heard Was nearer than the Sky And rumbles still, though torrid Noons Have lain their ...
The Voice (Andree Chedid Poem)
Where is the distant voice That speaks like my soul? Buried beneath daylight's clamor Gold and the seasons Beneath groaning ...
But Wise Men Perceive Approaching Things (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now, but wise men perceive approaching things. Philostratus, Life of Apollonius ...
Footsteps (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
On an ebony bed decorated with coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful; thriving in the ...
Recollections Of Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The Locker (Michael Burch Poem)
All the dull hollow clamor has died and what was contained, removed, reproved adulation or sentiment, left with the pungent ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 01: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 03: One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand (Conrad Aiken Poem)
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...