Geometry (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
Poems about crazily (16 Poems)
A Second Childhood (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think I shall not be too old To stare ...
Epilogue. (Peter Baker Poems)
From the stern casement Now shuttered and barred Into the heavens Moonless, unstarred, When the last battle Has broken the night, Out of the darkness, There shall ...
Ernest: The Rule Of Right – Book IV (Capel Lofft Poems)
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
Earth And Man (George Meredith Poems)
IOn her great venture, Man,Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breastWhich is his well of strength, his home of ...
The Grey Fantail (C J Dennis Poems)
The bushmen call me "Cranky Fan," Because my strange erratic flightSeems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright;But ...
this evangelist (E. E. Cummings Poems)
this evangelistbuttons with his big gollywog voicethe kingdomofheaven up behind and crazilyskating thither and hither in filthy sawdustchucks and rollsagainst ...
ecco a letter starting (E. E. Cummings Poems)
ecco a letter starting"dearest we"unsigned:remarkably brief but coveringone complete miracle of nearest far"i cordially invite me to becomenoone except yourselves ...
Eating Alone (Li-Young Lee Poem)
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
The Transparent Man (Anthony Hecht Poem)
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Sudden Things (Donald Hall Poem)
A storm was coming, that was why it was dark. The wind was blowing the fronds of the palm trees ...
The Journey (James Wright Poems)
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
The Initiate (Charles Simic Poems)
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful ...
Ghosts (Robert William Service Poems)
I to a crumpled cabin came upon a hillside high, And with me was a withered dame As weariful as ...
Black Moran (Robert William Service Poems)
The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. ...
Victory (Adrienne Rich Poems)
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...