Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Poems about hooded (31 Poems)
Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Ballad of the Moon (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The ...
Waking in the Blue (Robert Lowell Poem)
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
Midnight Mass for the Dying Year (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
The Science Of The Night (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
I touch you in the night, whose gift was you, My careless sprawler, And I touch you cold, unstirring, star-bemused, ...
Morning Song in the Jungle (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And ...
Lukannon (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
The English Flag (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
The Destroyers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
Addressed To Haydon (John Keats Poem)
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man's fame, Dwells here and there with people of no ...
What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon (James Joyce Poem)
What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and ...
The Old And The New Masters (Randall Jarrell Poem)
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
adventure (Rg Gregory Poem)
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Hooded Hangmen (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A stark image on the screen a cluster of hangmen, black hoods, hiding their faces the guilty unhooded, ready to ...
A Neoprene Monk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
My Mother Would Be a Falconress (Robert Duncan Poem)
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
One Day is there of the Series (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor ...
The beans were exciting (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
On the desert (Stephen Crane Poem)
On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat ...
Dear Reader (Billy Collins Poem)
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Dream Song 172: Your face broods (John Berryman Poem)
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
THE YUKON (Joaquin Miller Poems)
THE moon resumed all heaven now, She shepherded the stars below Along her wide, white steeps of snow, Nor stooped ...
Harbor Dawn (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
There's a hush and stillness calm and deep, For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep In the ...
Jennie M’Grew (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak! Not yellow eyes in ...
The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence (W. S. Merwin Poems)
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
Town Owl (Laurie Lee Poems)
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; ...