two spanish poems (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
Poems about flutter (31 Poems)
avalanche (Rg Gregory Poem)
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
JUNE. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
SHE behind yon mountain lives, Who my love's sweet guerdon gives. Tell me, mount, how this can be! Very glass ...
WELCOME AND FAREWELL. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done with ...
Ode On The Spring (Thomas Gray Poem)
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
Helicopters under the Canopy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were poised, hooked in their hangers like bats in the cave anchored where they were ready to dive and ...
My Butterfly (Robert Frost Poem)
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
Ghost House (Robert Frost Poem)
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
The Gentlemen In The Meadow (Russell Edson Poem)
Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over the yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue little ...
With No Experience In Such Matters (Stephen Dunn Poem)
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
The Bells of Malines (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Yesterday is History, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Yesterday is History, 'Tis so far away -- Yesterday is Poetry -- 'Tis Philosophy -- Yesterday is mystery -- Where ...
A something in a summer’s Day (Emily Dickinson Poems)
A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's ...
I often passed the village (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Sorrow of Departure (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone ...
On Mr. G. Herbert’s Book, Entitled the Temple of Sacred Poe (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Know you fair, on what you look; Divinest love lies in this book, Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle ...
Exmoor (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
The Aeolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
The Eolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
The Folly of Wisdom (Michael Burch Poem)
She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must ...
Darkness (Lord Byron Poem)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Love’s Blindness (Alfred Austin Poems)
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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 ...
The Rose Family – Song 1 (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...