The Long Trail (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
Poems about hooks (31 Poems)
L’Envoi (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
Autumn Perspective (Erica Jong Poem)
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
Limbo (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
Lovesong (Ted Hughes Poem)
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
he and the hilltown (Rg Gregory Poem)
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
Le Manteau De Pascal (Jorie Graham Poem)
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The Way Things Work (Jorie Graham Poem)
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; ...
Let this be the Peaceable Kingdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The predator will lie down with the prey all will eat the grass, all will be at peace so the ...
A Purple Trumpet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hushed purple trumpet hangs heavy on its vine, held by the connections, the hooks the nature of itself, wet ...
His Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Our biggest fish (Eugene Field Poem)
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Vain King (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
The Bait (John Donne Poem)
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox (Robert Burns Poem)
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
The Bight (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
The Fish (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
43. Song-O Leave Novels! (Robert Burns Poems)
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish ...
The Book of Urizen: Chapter V (William Blake Poems)
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
Ariel (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
Tulips (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Kicks (Howard Nemerov Poems)
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes, For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on hooks At either end of ...
The Longing (Nimah Nawwab Poems)
Freedom. How her spirit Haunts, Hooks, Entices us all! Freedom, Will the time come For my ideas to roam Across ...
Towards The Imminent Days (Section 4) (Les Murray Poems)
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
Moon Fishing (Lisel Mueller Poems)
When the moon was full they came to the water. some with pitchforks, some with rakes, some with sieves and ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...