The Shower (Charles Bukowski Poem)
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
Poems about else (51 Poems)
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The Room (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret (Conrad Aiken Poem)
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 01: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to 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. ...
Emblems of Love (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad (Jane Austen Poems)
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
On Rabbi Kook’s Street (Yehuda Amichai Poems)
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Progress (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Rugby Chapel (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Hayeswater (Matthew Arnold Poem)
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Morning in the Burned House (Margaret Atwood Poem)
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
Postcards (Margaret Atwood Poem)
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
A Sad Child (Margaret Atwood Poem)
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
203. Sylvander to Clarinda (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
99. To a Louse (Robert Burns Poems)
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
91. The Vision (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...