The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Poems about clipped (28 Poems)
The Starling (Amy Lowell Poem)
"`I can't get out', said the starling." Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious ...
Aftermath (Amy Lowell Poem)
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
A dull sound, varying now and again (Forrest Hamer Poem)
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
Robin Hood, A Child. (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
the ordinary again (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
Frozen Corn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the chaos, quiet the cascade of injuries quiet reflection on facts of life - She cannot fly, and thank ...
Drivebys (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Drivebys – revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
No Hothouse Rose (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No hothouse rose Is She No even color or clipped thorns No controlled bloom can She be She is a ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
Our Lady Peace (Mark van Doren Poem)
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, ...
Thought it was America (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is there anything which isn't made in China? The answer is. of course there is, the question was rhetorical, a ...
Tremble (Michael Burch Poem)
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I know why the caged bird sings (Maya Angelou Poem)
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
Auguries Of Innocence (William Blake Poems)
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
Saltbush Bill’s Gamecock (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
What Are Big Girls Made Of? (Marge Piercy Poems)
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
Goblin Market (Christina Rossetti Poems)
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Fulfillment (Dorothy Parker Poems)
For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to ...
Love in the Valley (George Meredith Poems)
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Atalanta’s Race (William Morris Poems)
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
For The Country (Philip Levine Poems)
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...