Squatter’s Children (Elizabeth Bishop Poems)
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Poems about hills (51 Poems)
Cape Breton (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Opening the Geode (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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 ...
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 ...
Morning Song Of Senlin (Conrad Aiken Poem)
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Late Autumn (William Allingham Poem)
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
In Snow (William Allingham Poem)
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
An Evening (William Allingham Poem)
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
From “Vashti” (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
Thoreau’s Flute (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Sestina (Dante Alighieri Poem)
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Hymn (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
God Full Of Mercy (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
Of Three Or Four In The Room (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice ...
The Song of Callicles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Cadmus and Harmonia (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Song of Callicles, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
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 ...
Apollo Musagetes (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...