‘Last Fortress’ (A P Herbert Poems)
God help the fox who hopes to go to groundWhere Monty hunts or Patton is the hound!April 1, 1945(A P ...
Poems about hunts (21 Poems)
Be Angry At The Sun (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has ...
Iva’s Pantoum (Marilyn Hacker Poems)
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
Upon Parson Beanes (Robert Herrick Poem)
Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week, And on the seventh, he has his notes to seek. Six ...
haunting the quark (Rg Gregory Poem)
(I) if you can't scientifically explain it dawkins says it has no value - some hope inside the mechanical framework ...
Considering The Snail (Thom Gunn Poem)
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path ...
Dr. sam (Eugene Field Poem)
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
The Hippopotamus (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Echoes (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
25. My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
The Old Prison (Judith Wright Poems)
The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for the wind's mouth, who comes with a breath of ice from ...
Dream On (Edward Taylor Poems)
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
Attack On The Ad-Man (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
Locksley Hall (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Dream On (James Tate Poems)
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
Sonnet LVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
FAyre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind, As is a Tygre that with greedinesse hunts after bloud, when he ...
Stepping Backward (Adrienne Rich Poems)
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
We Are Going (Oodgeroo Noonuccal Poems)
They came in to the little town A semi-naked band subdued and silent All that remained of their tribe. They ...
Alone (Walter de la Mare Poems)
The abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from his frozen ...