Yellow Pepper (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like canary dandruff, no, make that yellow pepper, freshly ground and served at your table a dust, large grained, adorning ...
Poems about drifting (31 Poems)
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
Elephant Dormitory (Russell Edson Poem)
An elephant went to bed and pulled a crazy quilt up under its tusks. But just as the great gray ...
Goalkeeper Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Proud Lady (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
Fire-Fly City (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
I cross till I am weary (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cross till I am weary A Mountain -- in my mind -- More Mountains -- then a Sea -- ...
Low Tide on Grand Pré (Bliss Carman Poem)
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
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 ...
The Last Man (Thomas Campbell Poem)
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky (Lewis Carroll Poem)
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, ...
Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass (Lewis Carroll Poem)
A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, ...
Rondeau at the Train Stop (Erin Belieu Poem)
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The City Revisited (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
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 ...
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 ...
546. Song-Jockie’s taen the parting Kiss (Robert Burns Poems)
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
North Haven (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Informational Decay (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
Death in the Family (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
Images (Richard Aldington Poem)
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
March Elegy (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...