Somehow myself survived the Night (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Somehow myself survived the Night And entered with the Day -- That it be saved the Saved suffice Without the ...
Poems about entered (51 Poems)
Of Nature I shall have enough (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Nature I shall have enough When I have entered these Entitled to a Bumble bee's Familiarities. (Emily Dickinson)
All overgrown by cunning moss, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
The Wind — tapped like a tired Man (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
Doom is the House without the Door (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Doom is the House without the Door -- 'Tis entered from the Sun -- And then the Ladder's thrown away, ...
A great Hope fell (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And ...
Something to shout about (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Caesarion (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
Tz’u No. 5 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Like a Dream" I always remember the sunset over the pavilion by the river, so tipsy ...
Tz’u No. 2 (Wine Joy) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune "As in a Dream" I have long remembered the pavilion on the stream the falling sun so ...
On – On – Poet (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
On – On – Poet (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
Fit the First: ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
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 ...
The Buried Train (Robert Bly Poem)
Tell me about the train that people say got buried By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was In Colorado, and no ...
The Cat in the Kitchen (Robert Bly Poem)
(For Donald Hall) Have you heard about the boy who walked by The black water? I won't say much more. ...
I SEE A WOMAN MAKING UP (Luis Benitez Poem)
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace (Anne Bronte Poem)
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep (Anne Bronte Poem)
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The Wife’s Will (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
Home (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And ...
Failure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
The Black Lace Fan My Mother Gave Me (Eavan Boland Poem)
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
That the Science of Cartography Is Limited (Eavan Boland Poem)
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
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 ...
Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...