The Tree of Scarlet Berries (Amy Lowell Poem)
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end ...
Poems about hazy (28 Poems)
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Garden Wall (Denise Levertov Poem)
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
Above Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
Hiawatha’s Departure (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
THE BRIDGE (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
safe-home (Rg Gregory Poem)
don't be so lazy maisie maisie don't be so lazy please i know it's snowing and a hard wind's blowing ...
ON THE NEW YEAR (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
The Freedom of the Moon (Robert Frost Poem)
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel ...
Ekka (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Admire their style (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I'm reading fellow poets' blogs today, a sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment or resorting ...
The Eavesdropper (Bliss Carman Poem)
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
Winter Nightfall (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
My arm for a pillow (Yosa Buson Poem)
My arm for a pillow, I really like myself under the hazy moon. (Yosa Buson)
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
For John Clare (John Ashbery Poem)
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing (Margaret Atwood Poem)
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
My Mother’s Body (Marge Piercy Poems)
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
An Elegy (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol ...
A Day in the Open (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
Oscar Hummel (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I staggered on through darkness, There was a hazy sky, a few stars Which I followed as best I could. ...
Another Version (Lisel Mueller Poems)
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, ...