The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Poems about give (49 Poems)
MYSTIC LADY…. (Siddharth Anand Poem)
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
SOULSTRONG;/BREAKAWAY (Siddharth Anand Poem)
Abandon the past Throw away the baggage Suffer no more. avast(stop now) Breakaway from the chains and shackles Which from ...
Even Because (Ralph Angel Poem)
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter (Conrad Aiken Poem)
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower (Sarah Flower Adams Poem)
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
Hymn (Sarah Flower Adams Poem)
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Prelude (Richard Aldington Poem)
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy who died Dec:r 16 — my Birthday. (Jane Austen Poem)
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy (Jane Austen Poem)
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad (Jane Austen Poems)
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Small Song (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away (A. R. Ammons)
Still (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Progress (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Lines Written in Kensington Gardens (Matthew Arnold Poem)
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...