Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Poems about hand (51 Poems)
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The Carver (Conrad Aiken Poem)
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Night: San Francisco (Deborah Ager Poem)
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
The Touchstone (William Allingham Poem)
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
Writing (William Allingham Poem)
A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand ...
Places and Men (William Allingham Poem)
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
A Dream (William Allingham Poem)
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
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 ...
Transfiguration (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
The Rose Family – Song 1 (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
My Kingdom (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Mule Song (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
March Elegy (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Solitude (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
A Jewish Cemetery In Germany (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
Before (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Before the gate has been closed, before the last quetion is posed, before I am transposed. Before the weeds fill ...
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 ...
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 ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...