Sonnet (1928) (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
Poems about clear (51 Poems)
Sandpiper (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The Weed (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Love Lies Sleeping (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Snapshot of a Lump (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
This (Ralph Angel Poem)
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
Breaking and Entering (Ralph Angel Poem)
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
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 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 04: Illicit (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05: Retrospect (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The Carver (Conrad Aiken Poem)
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Nocturne Of Remembered Spring (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Chiarascuro: Rose (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
Morning Song Of Senlin (Conrad Aiken Poem)
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...