Wild Strawberries (Robert Graves Poem)
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
Poems about geese (31 Poems)
Like a painting on a sheet of glass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The geese moving not so much with effort like a painting moving overhead on a sheet of glass moving, silently, ...
A Silent Squadron (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A formation of geese coming out of the fog flying low over the playground silently flying seemingly without ever hand ...
A Check Mark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Giggles on the playground waiting for the bus the geese not quite getting it not in the least The lines ...
Leading (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sign of the migration the seasons changing the geese calling coming together a giant V in the sky leading, ...
Rising and Falling (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rising and falling together undulating across the sky from left to right out over the river, just feet above me ...
June Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dawn on the lake The world is still. Water like a mirror. Land and water blur. Bold bright colors in ...
Half a V (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A living line row of stitches snaking across the sky Geese heading south with only half a V Discordant sight ...
The Picture (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Morning Worship (Mark van Doren Poem)
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
Walking The Marshland (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
Signs of the Times (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin' out o' sight. ...
To Ben Jonson upon Occasion of his Ode of Defiance Annexed t (Thomas Carew Poem)
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Sorrow (Li Ching Chao Poem)
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
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 ...
Autumn Love (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Directions (Billy Collins Poem)
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
Calligraphy of geese (Yosa Buson Poem)
Calligraphy of geese against the sky-- the moon seals it. (Yosa Buson)
What We Need Is Here (Wendell Berry Poem)
Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their ...
My Country in Darkness (Eavan Boland Poem)
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The End Of March (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
The Last Word (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
111. Address to Beelzebub (Robert Burns Poems)
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...