The Little Mute Boy (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The litle boy was looking for his voice. (The King of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water ...
Poems about crickets (31 Poems)
The Faithless Wife (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
Men At Forty (Donald Justice Poem)
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. At rest ...
Children Selecting Books In A Library (Randall Jarrell Poem)
With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright. The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves, Is slow and ...
Jet (Tony Hoagland Poem)
Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and ...
Under the Violets (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
A COUNTRY LIFE:TO HIS BROTHER, MR THOMAS HERRICK (Robert Herrick Poem)
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Elegy For My Father (Annie Finch Poem)
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
Acquiring Language (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of ...
To Robin Goodfellow (Eugene Field Poem)
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Lady button-eyes (Eugene Field Poem)
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The Crickets sang (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Crickets sang And set the Sun And Workmen finished one by one Their Seam the Day upon. The low ...
September’s Baccalaureate (Emily Dickinson Poems)
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming ...
A Prayer in Darkness (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
The Lake (Deborah Ager Poem)
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
De Profundis (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Beautiful Vagabonds (Desi Di Nardo Poems)
I am not the piston in the flower or The bulging seed throttled by pollen But a separate figure expectant ...
Exposure (Wilfred Owen Poems)
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
In a Southern Garden (Dorothea Mackeller Poems)
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...
In a Southern Garden (Dorothea MacKellar Poems)
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...
The Unconquered Dead (John McCrae Poems)
". . . defeated, with great loss." Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, ...
North and South (Claude McKay Poems)
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of ...
Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...