Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Poems about county (31 Poems)
Danny Deever (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Cleared (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
Postscript (Seamus Heaney Poem)
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or ...
Five A.M. (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
Metal Doors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A singular sound, a permanency, masculine certainty, sudden heavy, final, unrelenting the sound of authority, no free will no choices ...
To Love Our Country (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To love our county, right or wrong, isn't to put our heads in the sand; but to stand by our ...
Cold this Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
Crouched (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
Waiting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton (Robert Frost Poem)
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield (John Betjeman Poem)
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The Final Tax (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
Sonnet Reversed (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks ...
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 ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Granville Calhoun (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I wanted to be County Judge One more term, so as to round out a service Of thirty years. But ...
Jonas Keene (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Why did Albert Schirding kill himself Trying to be County Superintendent of Schools, Blest as he was with the means ...
Blind Jack (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I had fiddled all day at the county fair. But driving home "Butch" Weldy and Jack McGuire, Who were roaring ...
Albert Schirding (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one Because his children were all failures. But I know of a fate ...
Mrs. Williams (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I was the milliner Talked about, lied about, Mother of Dora, Whose strange disappearance Was charged to her rearing. My ...
Judge Selah Lively (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Suppose you stood just five feet two, And had worked your way as a grocery clerk, Studying law by candle ...
Knowlt Hoheimer (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge. When I felt the bullet enter my heart I ...
The Proud Farmer (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
Thar’s More In the Man Than Thar Is In The Land (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...