As if in Dressage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The canter of the deer out in the bare wood reminding me of the pictures on the TV The bright ...
Poems about cleared (31 Poems)
A Challenge for the Plowman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A challenge for the plowman thrown down in as in a duel the road now five feet wider To see ...
Turned (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His life, forever changed turned around, following another way turned from the world, the past his faith, tradition changed in ...
Letting them Rest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even in driving by feeling the sense of relief Letting them rest the dead buried in the ground covering their ...
A Piece of Amethyst (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
in the dirt, the lawn, just barely visible a bit of smooth color, catching the light the wet earth, after ...
In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Your Final Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
Another Milestone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She reached another milestone another hurdle cleared preparing herself for the next step another moment of success leading to the ...
Hidden Deer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
Awakening Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Mountain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Marksman Sam (Marriott Edgar Poem)
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
When we stand on the tops of Things (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When we stand on the tops of Things -- And like the Trees, look down -- The smoke all cleared ...
On The Death of a Father (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
The Logical Vegetarian (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Walrus And The Carpenter (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
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 ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
The Missionary (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Sonnet (Louise Bogan Poem)
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
Young Blood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Dream Song 99: Temples (John Berryman Poem)
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
Dream Song 18: A Strut for Roethke (John Berryman Poem)
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Rogue Elephant (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...