A cuckoo sings (Kobayashi Issa Poem)
A cuckoo sings to me, to the mountain, to me, to the mountain. (Kobayashi Issa)
Poems about cuckoo (31 Poems)
Sudden Fine Weather (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying (A. E. Housman Poem)
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
Repeat That, Repeat (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Repeat that, repeat, Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet, With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound ...
Oberon’s Feast (Robert Herrick Poems)
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
Valenciennes (Thomas Hardy Poem)
By Corporal Tullidge. See "The Trumpet-Major" In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184- WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, ...
Weathers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
THE SPRING ORACLE. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
OH prophetic bird so bright, Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight! In the fairest time of year, Dearest bird, oh! deign to hear ...
Ode On The Spring (Thomas Gray Poem)
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
When on a Summer’s Morn (William Henry Davies Poems)
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
The Dark Hour (William Henry Davies Poem)
And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. ...
Joy and Pleasure (William Henry Davies Poem)
Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As ...
April’s Charms (William Henry Davies Poems)
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
A Great Time (William Henry Davies Poem)
Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad, Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow -- A rainbow and a cuckoo, ...
The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
The Spring (Thomas Carew Poem)
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
Tz’u No. 12 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect ...
Syrinx (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
Lines (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Brockley Coomb (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
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 behavior of the pigeon (Yosa Buson Poem)
The behavior of the pigeon is beyond reproach, but the mountain cuckoo? (Yosa Buson)
The squid seller’s call (Matsuo Basho Poems)
The squid seller's call mingles with the voice of the cuckoo. (Matsuo Basho)
Moonlight slanting (Matsuo Basho Poem)
Moonlight slanting through the bamboo grove; a cuckoo crying. (Matsuo Basho)
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
491. Song-Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...