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 ...
Poems about everywhere (51 Poems)
Life (Marvin Bell Poem)
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Lines Written From Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
The Consolation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
The Doubter’s Prayer (Anne Bronte Poems)
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
A Hymn (Anne Bronte Poem)
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Moonlight, summer moonlight (Emily Bronte Poem)
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight (Emily Bronte Poems)
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
O Germany, Pale Mother! (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Another (II) (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Dream Song 93: General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General (John Berryman Poem)
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious ...
Dream Song 112: My framework is broken, I am coming to an end (John Berryman Poem)
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, God send it soon. When I had most to say ...
The Ball Poem (John Berryman Poem)
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
Remorse For Any Death (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
THE SKY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHERE'ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Two In The Campagna (Robert Browning Poem)
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...