Blue Bridge (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
Poems about crossed (51 Poems)
To Lord Hu (Li Ching Chao Poem)
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
How In All Wonder… (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
Ode to the Memory of Burns (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
This Morning (Raymond Carver Poem)
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
The Future (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
Tower Of Song (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
Everybody Knows (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Lang Coortin’ (Lewis Carroll Poems)
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
THE HUDSON (Luis Benitez Poem)
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
The Woods Entry (Laurence Binyon Poem)
So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near. Shadows ...
Low Barometer (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
The Twelve (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Letter to an Archaeologist (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
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 ...
Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poem)
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...