In the Dark of Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
Poems about daylight (46 Poems)
In the Daylight (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Touching you Seeing you, all of you In my arms Under me Beside me Exposed, vulnerable Taking a risk Sharing ...
The happy household (Eugene Field Poem)
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
On Going Unnoticed (Robert Frost Poem)
As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you ...
The Thatch (Robert Frost Poem)
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Atmosphere (Robert Frost Poem)
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ...
Ghost House (Robert Frost Poem)
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
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 ...
Sleep Spaces (Robert Desnos Poem)
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
Leisure (William Henry Davies Poem)
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Elegy IV: The Perfume (John Donne Poem)
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
What I see not, I better see — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What I see not, I better see -- Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting -- But, ...
The Blackbird Of Derrycairn (Austin Clarke Poem)
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
The Voice (Andree Chedid Poem)
Where is the distant voice That speaks like my soul? Buried beneath daylight's clamor Gold and the seasons Beneath groaning ...
The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
The Aristocrat (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Devil is a gentleman and askes you down to stay At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far ...
Say not the Struggle Naught availeth (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
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 ...
Past Days (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
Dreams (Anne Bronte Poem)
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...