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, ...
Poems about clustered (31 Poems)
A Fairy Tale (Amy Lowell Poem)
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
The Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
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 ...
Flood (James Joyce Poem)
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen ...
The Transparent Man (Anthony Hecht Poem)
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
For the Moore Centennial Celebration (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
Cacoethes Scribendi (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
The Silver Lily (Louise Gluck Poem)
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights Of early spring, and quiet again. Will Speech disturb you? We're ...
Purple Blue Asters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pure color, shining back at me set against the yellow center purple blue asters the urgent, erect petals swaying ...
The Roar of That Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Spirit, the fire the power of God descending the Roar of that wind bringing fear to their hearts God ...
Like a Hurricane (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a hurricane, coming straight for them a thundering rush of wind, piercing the night so was the entrance of ...
They are the Grapes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Clustered in the branches not individuals, not the branches, not the fruits, clusters, a bunch of grapes not a single ...
A Dangerous Question (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In my trade, you never are to ask these kinds of questions, questions where you don't know the answer, those ...
Neighbors to Hell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were clustered together standing apart the ones who were there on the scene not by choice the ones who ...
Counting Down (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
Out in the woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
Pan with Us (Robert Frost Poem)
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
October (Robert Frost Poem)
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
Visitation (Mark Doty Poem)
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
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 House That Was (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
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 House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Why Is This Age Worse…? (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the ...
The Widening Spell Of Leaves (Larry Levis Poems)
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
In the Black Forest (Amy Levy Poems)
I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of ...
At the Window (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters Something which sets the black poplars ashake with ...