Rite of Spring (Seamus Heaney Poem)
So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its ...
Poems about fist (31 Poems)
Docker (Seamus Heaney Poem)
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Casualty (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
from imperfect Eden (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
however grown up (Rg Gregory Poem)
six...six...why only yesterday it seems that fist shot out that one eye winked...and yet now that this day's arrived it ...
Train (Bernadette Geyer Poem)
Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train's whistle. Train ...
THE COUNTRY SCHOOLMASTER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
Jonah (Robert Graves Poem)
A purple whale Proudly sweeps his tail Towards Nineveh; Glassy green Surges between A mile of roaring sea. "O town ...
Into the Teeth of the Lion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Into the teeth of the lion into the fist of the madman the world handing the innocents over to the ...
Into the Fist of the Madman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world allowing the people seeking freedom given over abandoned into the fist of the madman Hope not yet extinguished ...
Using Terror (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Willing to crush the people to brutalize the nation to bomb the cities and take them in the night The ...
Apples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out in the orchard the bright azure sky not insects any longer save for the bees among the droplings the ...
Gathering the Fallen Nest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The gleanings of the pruning that the trees would be more fruitful a sprig of apple limbs fallen to the ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Riders (Robert Frost Poem)
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, ...
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 ...
How To Kill (Keith Douglas Poem)
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
Is it true, dear Sue? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn't like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
At Wilfred Owen’s Grave (Michael Burch Poems)
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
The Sick Muse (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Heretic’s Tragedy, The (Robert Browning Poems)
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
The Armadillo (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Flying Inside Your Own Body (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...