The Picture (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
Poems about closes (36 Poems)
A Late Walk (Robert Frost Poem)
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
Asking For Roses (Robert Frost Poem)
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all ...
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam (Ernest Dowson Poem)
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion ...
Sky Harbor (Norman Dubie Poem)
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
To James Whitcomb Riley (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
Some such Butterfly be seen (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas -- Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet -- Then -- ...
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door Shall the Playfellow Heart complain Though the Ring is unwhole, ...
He parts Himself — like Leaves — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- And then -- He closes up -- Then stands upon the Bonnet Of ...
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
Silvered In The Dying Light (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
The Song of Quoodle (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
They haven't got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes; ...
Stupid (Raymond Carver Poem)
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
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 ...
Last Lines (Anne Bronte Poem)
Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured ...
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Stanzas (Emily Bronte Poem)
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world ...
The Constellations (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
What We Need Is Here (Wendell Berry Poem)
Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Dream Song 56: Hell is empty. O that has come to pass (John Berryman Poem)
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
239. Song-My Bonie Mary (Robert Burns Poem)
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Womanhood (Catherine Anderson Poem)
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
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: 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 ...