Hymn (Archie Randolph Ammons Poems)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earthand go on outover the sea marshes and ...
Poems about diminishing (21 Poems)
Be Drunk (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's theonly way. So as not to feel the ...
Toilet Of A Dandy (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
TRANSPORTS of filed nerves; a wistful cough;One sensual hairbrush reluctantly concludesThe Great Harry's excruciations and beatitudes,Delicately and gravely putting things ...
The Painted Bed (Donald Hall Poems)
'Even when I danced erectby the Nile's gardenI constructed Necropolis.Ten million fellaheen cellsof my body floated stonesto establish a white ...
Cradles (Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems)
Along the quay, the great ships,that ride the swell in silence,take no notice of the cradles.that the hands of the ...
Love Sonnets (Charles Harpur Poems)
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
Claire De Lune (Ford Madox Ford Poems)
II should like to imagineA moonlight in which there would be no machine-guns!For, it is possibleTo come out of a ...
The Herring Weir (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
Back to the green deeps of the outer bay The red and amber currents glide and cringe, Diminishing behind a luminous fringe Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray. Stealthily, in the old reluctant way, The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile, To glitter in the sun a golden while. Far down the flats, a phantom sharply grey, The herring weir emerges, quick with spoil. Slowly the tide forsakes it. Then draws near, Descending from the farm-house on the height, A cart, with gaping tubs. The oxen toil Sombrely o'er the level to the weir, And drag a long black trail across the light.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Sarabande On Attaining The Age Of Seventy-Seve (Anthony Hecht Poems)
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;White is their colour; and behold my head. ...
Brother and Sister (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Sarabande On Attaining The Age Of Seventy-Seven (Anthony Hecht Poem)
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
Age (Robert Creeley Poem)
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
At The Other End Of The Telescope (George Bradley Poem)
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
Hymn (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
Spanish Dancer (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
As in one's hand a lighted match blinds you before it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering tongues to ...
The Song Of The Widow (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
In the beginning life was good to me; it held me warm and gave me courage. That this is granted ...
Insomniac (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. (Andrew Marvell Poems)
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
The Death of Cromwell (Andrew Marvell Poems)
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
A Little History (David Lehman Poems)
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...