Christmas (John Betjeman Poem)
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Poems about houses (51 Poems)
Questions From A Worker Who Reads (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings ...
Contemplating Hell (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
The Song of the Pilgrims (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
Early summer rain (Yosa Buson Poem)
Early summer rain-- houses facing the river, two of them (Yosa Buson)
1991-I (Wendell Berry Poem)
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Rain After a Vaudeville Show (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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 ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Dream Song 60: Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent (John Berryman Poem)
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
Winter Landscape (John Berryman Poem)
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
History Of The Night (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
THE SEVEN OLD MEN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
A Toccata Of Galuppi’s (Robert Browning Poems)
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
Up At A Villa- Down In The City (Robert Browning Poem)
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
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 ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
One Art (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
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 ...