Falling (James Dickey Poems)
A 29-year-old stewardess fell ... to her death tonight when she was swept through an emergency door that suddenly sprang ...
Poems about insert (15 Poems)
To A Friend InThe City (Mary Ann H T Bigelow Poems)
FROM HER FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY.By especial request I take up my pen,To write a few lines to my dear ...
The Cynotaph, (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
Instinctive Genius and Diligence (James Hurdis Poems)
I love to see the little goldfinch pluckThe groundsel's feather'd seed, and twit and twit,And soon in bower of apple ...
The Past (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
The debt is paid,The verdict said,The Furies laid,The plague is stayed,All fortunes made;Turn the key and bolt the door,Sweet is ...
To Mr. Edward Wootton (Ralph Knevet Poems)
I find thee such: so kind, so true to mee, That I must owe both love, and life to thee Nor was't ...
Hippodromani (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
Praying Drunk (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
Her Death And After (Thomas Hardy Poem)
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
To fill a Gap (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it -- Block it up With Other -- and 'twill yawn ...
Here I Am … (Charles Bukowski Poem)
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
Variations on the Word Love (Margaret Atwood Poem)
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
Poem of Joys. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
M’Fingal – Canto II (John Trumbull Poems)
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
The Other (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--- White Nike, Streaming between my ...