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 cocked (21 Poems)
Woodchucks (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
The Ballad of East and West (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
Act of Union (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
Death Of A Naturalist (Seamus Heaney Poem)
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
Bliss (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cup a Joe bench, turned to the sun head cocked to the rays photograys friendly banter warmth on my face ...
The Fashion Plate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking on the path Looking for a gator Down by the water A star preens for me And my camera ...
William Rufus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
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, ...
Wine and Water (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle ...
Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year (Raymond Carver Poem)
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
Flames (Billy Collins Poem)
Smokey the Bear heads into the autumn woods with a red can of gasoline and a box of wooden matches. ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
The Assassin (Anne Sexton Poems)
The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. ...
Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon (Vernon Scannell Poems)
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses ...
Fellow Citizens (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
The Swarm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Prospect (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Among orange-tile rooftops and chimney pots the fen fog slips, gray as rats, while on spotted branch of the sycamore ...
Last Instructions to a Painter (Andrew Marvell Poems)
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...