The Little Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
Poems about clocks (31 Poems)
Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
THE BRIDGE (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
King of the River (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
Colder (Erica Jong Poem)
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
The House In The Woods (Randall Jarrell Poem)
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
Belonging (Eileen Carney Hulme Poem)
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, ...
Rhythm of Life (Eileen Carney Hulme Poem)
The clock is silent nowadays clocks no longer need to make that rhythmic sound of life. We have moved on ...
Even-song (George Herbert Poem)
Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day, Both to be busy, ...
On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank (A. E. Housman Poem)
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication (Seamus Heaney Poem)
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
During Wind And Rain (Thomas Hardy Poem)
They sing their dearest songs -- He, she, all of them -- yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one ...
Footnote To Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Five A.M. (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
A February Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The Deaf and Blind (Paul Eluard Poem)
Do we reach the sea with clocks In our pockets, with the noise of the sea In the sea, or ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
It’s like the Light (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It's like the Light -- A fashionless Delight -- It's like the Bee -- A dateless -- Melody -- It's ...
If I may have it, when it’s dead, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented -- so -- If just as soon as Breath ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
Great Streets of silence led away (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Great Streets of silence led away To Neighborhoods of Pause -- Here was no Notice -- no Dissent No Universe ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Metonymy as an Approach to a Real World (William Bronk Poem)
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:â?”Lord of matter, thus (John Berryman Poem)
Muttered Henry:â?"Lord of matter, thus: upon some more unquiet spirit knock, my madnesses have cease. All the quarter astonishes a ...
Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 (John Berryman Poem)
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
The Lovers of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...