Snap of the McIntosh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
Poems about grapes (30 Poems)
Passing the Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
Smell of Autumn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
Arguing the Essential Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
God Lyaeus (John Fletcher Poem)
GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour'd, ever sung, Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes Dance ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Wild Grapes (Robert Frost Poem)
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
October (Robert Frost Poem)
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
Bacchus (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Sweeney among the Nightingales (T. S. Eliot Poem)
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
The Bird of Paradise (William Henry Davies Poem)
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, Takes any man to bed: "You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; ...
Heat (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Dream Song 6: A Capital at Wells (John Berryman Poem)
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
That One (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Exchanging Hats (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
The Rest (Margaret Atwood Poem)
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
Sonnet 06 – Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance (William Blake Poems)
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...