Marsh Grasses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The flats, tidal, far from shore, reeds, grasses, rushes morphing from green golden tan, brown the week before autumn officially ...
Poems about grasses (42 Poems)
The Context of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
A Feathered Nest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I smiled that spring morning thinking of the welcome the songbird got from his mate as he took flight once ...
Snow in the Valleys (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
snow seen in the valleys off the highway down below, the road I traveled by the brooks, cling to the ...
Marsh Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A gray patina, a wash over the day the colors of my vision cold, waiting for December rain rushes, ancient ...
Beach Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
The Fashion Plate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking on the path Looking for a gator Down by the water A star preens for me And my camera ...
Pillows of snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
Yard Salad (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With an old newspaper for a plate and water from the hose for dressing Four junior chefs, three to ten, ...
Before the Baling (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to ...
New Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Showers of New Snow Light powder of confectionary sugar Filtered down through the night air On forest and field Oak ...
Day’s End (Tu Fu Poems)
Oxen and sheep were brought back down Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over Mountains and rivers, far from my ...
By the Lake (Tu Fu Poem)
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
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 ...
After Long Drought (Mark van Doren Poem)
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
Description (Mark Doty Poem)
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Merry Autumn (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
Low Tide on Grand Pré (Bliss Carman Poem)
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
By the Aurelian Wall (Bliss Carman Poem)
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
The Lost Heifer (Austin Clarke Poem)
When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery ...
Nothing Stays Put (Amy Clampitt Poem)
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
“I have heard the sunset song of the birches,” (Stephen Crane Poem)
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel ...
Summer Evening (John Clare Poem)
The frog half fearful jumps across the path, And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve Nimbles with timid ...
In this World (Wendell Berry Poem)
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
Betrothed (Louise Bogan Poem)
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
Elegy for an Enemy (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
Dream Song 224: Lonely in his great age (John Berryman Poem)
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
Thus the Mayne glideth (Robert Browning Poem)
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Une Charogne (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne ...