Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
Poems about color (50 Poems)
Color — Caste — Denomination — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- These -- are Time's Affair -- Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are ...
As far from pity, as complaint (Emily Dickinson Poem)
As far from pity, as complaint -- As cool to speech -- as stone -- As numb to Revelation As ...
An ignorance a Sunset (Emily Dickinson Poem)
An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye -- Of Territory -- Color -- Circumference -- Decay -- Its Amber ...
The Tint I cannot take — is best — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
Severer Service of myself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
A Light exists in Spring (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
“Heaven” — is what I cannot reach! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- ...
On the Anthropic Principle (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
Earth Voices (Bliss Carman Poem)
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
The Methodist (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be ...
Fog (Amy Clampitt Poem)
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
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 ...
Study In Orange And White (Billy Collins Poem)
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
Nostalgia (Billy Collins Poem)
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
Introduction To Poetry (Billy Collins Poem)
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press ...
The house where I was born (04) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
The house where I was born (10) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
T?rnfallet (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
Galatea Encore (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Betrothed (Louise Bogan Poem)
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Young Blood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Nine Things (Richard Brautigan Poem)
It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow ...