Humble home. But rum, and charcoal… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Humble home. But rum, and charcoalGrog of sketches on the wall,And the cell becomes a mansion,And the garret is a ...
Poems about immune (21 Poems)
What Man Dare Say? (George Ade Poems)
What man dare say that he is quite immuneFrom charms and spells that ev'ry girl possesses? A budding love is ...
Because Thou Art (Aurobindo Ghose Poems)
Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss, My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee; It bears thy mystic ...
Melbourne Sonnets: VI. Incidental (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
WITH bleared eyes blinking, dazed, the cripplestrayedAmong the plunging traffic; peeringroundUncertain, moved and fell. One fearful soundCaught his life bubble-like; ...
Flying at Forty (Erica Jong Poem)
You call me courageous, I who grew up gnawing on books, as some kids gnaw on bubble gum, who married ...
Vespers (Louise Gluck Poem)
In your extended absence, you permit me use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must report failure in ...
A Prayer for the Martyrs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The jubilation still rising the awakening of a nation history changing while the world is watching Yet there are more ...
Understanding Job (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe not the scripture the layers of God but understanding his struggles with trial on this earth Sometimes so daunting ...
Anthropogenic (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Anything can be altered by the hand of man Nowhere on the planet is immune The trees were cut down ...
Terror (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Terror found us today Asleep, unaware Complacent We were Invincible Immune The Atlantic The Pacific Firewalls, protectors No longer Ostrich ...
Encounter (Robert Francis Poem)
Those who have touched it or been touched by it Or brushed by something that the vine has brushed, Or ...
Boo to Buddha (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Boo to Buddha (Aleister Crowley Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Yet Do I Marvel (Countee Cullen Poem)
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
Atoll (Robert William Service Poems)
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
The Gift of God (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what ...
Old Trails (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
Avon’s Harvest (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Insomniac (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Insensibility (Wilfred Owen Poems)
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...