The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Poems about gutters (31 Poems)
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
Up The Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Main Street (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
Gentlmen-Rankers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
On the side of their house (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On the side of their house around the bulkhead between their yard and their neighbor's driveway not much there in ...
Trimmed with Daggers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For some reason glinting in the late afternoon sun the icicles on the gutters, the edge of the flashings in ...
Eating Edifice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Spots opened without notice, without attribution the candies, elements of the gingerbread house disappeared clapboards, gutters shrubs, roof, dismantled Stealthy ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
The Irish Unionist’s farewell to Greta Hellastrom in 1922 (John Betjeman Poems)
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
Rain After a Vaudeville Show (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Venal Muse (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
Hatteras Calling (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
68. The Holy Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
In Defence of the Bush (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The Cinnamon Peeler (Michael Ondaatje Poems)
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. ...
Elegy (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
You Can Have It (Philip Levine Poems)
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
Salts And Oils (Philip Levine Poems)
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
Sweet Briars of the Stairways (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; ...
The Firemen’s Ball (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...