The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Poems about counts (31 Poems)
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
RAIN IN SUMMER (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
Rules and visions (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
Life counts the rules; the sunset, their exceptions. Rain drinks up the centuries; spring, our dreams. The eagle sees the ...
The Bell Buoy (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts) (Samuel Johnson Poem)
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Villanelle At Sundown (Donald Justice Poem)
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
Witness (Anthony Hecht Poem)
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which ...
September (Ted Hughes Poem)
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold: No clock counts this. When kisses are repeated and the arms hold ...
The Spoilsport (Robert Graves Poem)
My familiar ghost again Comes to see what he can see, Critic, son of Conscious Brain, Spying on our privacy. ...
Where It Counts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Loving our neighbors and our God where it really counts in doing God's love being clean, truly clean in doing ...
Shimmering Chartreuse (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I can almost imagine a client's perspective, their opinion, from fertile imagination that the sky, the very air thick a ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
‘Out, Out–‘ (Robert Frost Poems)
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when ...
Ai (Denise Duhamel Poem)
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
I Have Dreamed of You so Much (Robert Desnos Poem)
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to ...
When Malindy Sings (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
Come slowly — Eden! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- ...
‘Tis One by One — the Father counts — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- And then a Tract between Set Cypherless -- to teach the ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
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 ...
To The Rev. George Coleridge (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
The Statesmen (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
To Time (Lord Byron Poem)
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Lines Written in Kensington Gardens (Matthew Arnold Poem)
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...