The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Poems about clutched (31 Poems)
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Pau-Puk-Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
TO A CHILD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
Anonymous Drawing (Donald Justice Poem)
A delicate young Negro stands With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands; So delicate, indeed, that ...
Brothers (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!-what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When ...
chicken’s claw (Rg Gregory Poems)
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
The Shivering Beggar (Robert Graves Poem)
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, ...
Within the maw of the oven (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
Holy Guacamole (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
A Big Gapped Grin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She stood there, at the top of the stair with hand outstretched for me to view her first tooth, clutched ...
Cicada Shell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
Stick (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Under the flat board The second rail Of the fence By the walk, Above the drop To the brook - ...
Glassworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
Gossamer Bags (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
Chalice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sun Golden chalice Clutched by God's hand Light cut by God's fingers, The clouds The dawning That morning (Raymond ...
Her Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the ...
Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Our Silent Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
The brook (Eugene Field Poem)
I looked in the brook and saw a face - Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and ...
Of Death I try to think like this — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Death I try to think like this -- The Well in which they lay us Is but the Likeness ...
It would never be Common — more — I said (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
There came a Day at Summer’s full (Emily Dickinson Poems)
There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where ...
The Deluge (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The Dream (Louise Bogan Poem)
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The Bean-Stalk (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,-but it's lovely, up so high! ...