Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
Poems about dinner (51 Poems)
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Gerontion (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
My Mother Would Be a Falconress (Robert Duncan Poem)
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
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 ...
I Come Home Wanting To Touch Everyone (Stephen Dunn Poem)
The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of fur and tongues and then my wife and I embrace ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
Morning — is the place for Dew (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Morning -- is the place for Dew -- Corn -- is made at Noon -- After dinner light -- for ...
It would have starved a Gnat — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living ...
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A Dinner for a Bee In process of the Noon became - ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Size and Tears (Lewis Carroll Poem)
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
A Valentine (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Punctuality (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate; Business put off from day to day Is always done to late. Let ...
Insects (John Clare Poem)
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
The Best Cigarette (Billy Collins Poem)
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
Dinner at the Who’s Who (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poems)
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
New England Magazine (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
Djolan (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
A Lost Angel (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared ...
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta of Navarre (Erin Belieu Poem)
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
Parting (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
We embrace. Rich cloth under my fingers While yours touch poor fabric. A quick embrace You were invited for dinner ...
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 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...