Intimations Of The Beautiful (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
Poems about indistinguishable (13 Poems)
White Symphony (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
The Printer’s Error (Aaron Fogel Poems)
Fellow compositorsand pressworkers!I, Chief PrinterFrank Steinman,having worked fifty-seven years at my trade,and served five yearsas presidentof the HollistonPrinter's Council,being of ...
Deaf Rush Limbaugh’s Macaronic Blues (Daniel Nester Poems)
Soon I'll hear your voices, people,and you'll sound like Donald Duck.I'll hear every car horn honk,every plink and plunk and ...
Malady (F S Flint Poems)
I MOVE: perhaps I have wakened; this is a bed; this is a room; and there is light . . ...
Night Coming (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Night coming, too soon, too early white snow of the church's roof indistinguishable, the white-grey clouds behind night falling, before ...
Return (Robert Francis Poem)
This little house sows the degrees By which wood can return to trees. Weather has stained the shingles dark And ...
At The Other End Of The Telescope (George Bradley Poem)
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
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 ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The Book of Annandale (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
My Mother’s Body (Marge Piercy Poems)
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Scent of Irises (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...