The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Poems about imprisoned (31 Poems)
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Blessing The Cornfields (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Citizen of the World (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
No longer of Him be it said "He hath no place to lay His head." In every land a constant ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Henry James in the Heart of the City (Erica Jong Poem)
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
A Sad State Of Freedom (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
The Prisoners (Robert Hayden Poem)
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
THE BEAUTEOUS FLOWER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
Love Without Hope (Robert Graves Poem)
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let ...
Vision X (Khalil Gibran Poem)
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
Song of Fortune VI (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
From Adoration to Flight (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the Magi, the gifts gold, frankincense, myrrh, a sudden dream, fear, panic, flea, fly, go to the land of ...
The Ear-Maker And The Mould-Mender (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
Curfew (Paul Eluard Poem)
What else could we do, for the doors were guarded, What else could we do, for they had imprisoned us, ...
Saadi (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Elegy IV: The Perfume (John Donne Poem)
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned (John Donne Poem)
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Stars (Emily Bronte Poem)
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
Epilogue (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Epilogue To Asolando (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...