TO My Lord Colrane, In Answer to his Complemental Verses sent me under the Name of CLEANOR (Anne Killigrew Poem)
LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay, Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way, Her Fill of Rest ...
Poems about expensive (27 Poems)
Fragrant Nard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The expensive perfume filling the whole house anointing our savior preparing him for his death Fragrant nard washed with her ...
Preenchendo toda a casa (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The expensive perfume the rich, sweet nard filling all the house the air thick with the coming the days slipping ...
Fragrant Oil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fragrant oil, filled the room, at its pouring spilling out, expensive and rare, falling on the feet the dusty feet, ...
Mary, Mary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Such a gift, such cost Spending, saving expensive oil special gift burial oils, precious oils Pour them out at the ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Magnificent (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The Falcon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
The Jubilee Sov’reign (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
The Voice of Robert Desnos (Robert Desnos Poem)
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Broadway (Mark Doty Poem)
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Luck is not chance — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Luck is not chance -- It's Toil -- Fortune's expensive smile Is earned -- The Father of the Mine Is ...
I know that He exists. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
They Should Have Provided (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
Discrimination (Michael Burch Poem)
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
Lenten Thoughts of a High Anglican (John Betjeman Poem)
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Contemplating Hell (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
The Charm Of 5:30 (David Berman Poem)
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
Decalogue (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
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 ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Alone (Maya Angelou Poem)
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Fever 103° (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
June 11 (David Lehman Poems)
It's my birtday I've got an empty stomach and the desire to be lazy in the hammock and maybe go ...