The End (Amy Lowell Poem)
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which ...
Poems about insistent (21 Poems)
The Mother Mourns (Thomas Hardy Poem)
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
God’s Funeral (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
uganda cry (Rg Gregory Poem)
i have lost touch over the years with the hot africa inside me illness and all - i spread to ...
Her Tooth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A new white crown sneaking out, peeking out not quite ready to burst on the scene to present itself, show ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Worthy Places (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Time to play (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Ad Invasions (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Advertisements, they've trashed the web, somehow they've gotten into bed with common sense; ubiquitous and so intense, insistent as to ...
PARADOX (Willa Cather Poem)
I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle, Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory: Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile, And ...
The Rain (Robert Creeley Poem)
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself ...
Fall (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Understand the language of fall, approaching: Cold mornings drawing your bundled warmth; sailing-leaf afternoons, the enchantment of melancholy, departure etched ...
A Minor Poet (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
Dream Song 94: Ill lay he long, upon this last return (John Berryman Poem)
Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and ...
The Weed (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter (Conrad Aiken Poem)
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
For An Unknown Lady (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Lady, if you'd slumber sound, Keep your eyes upon the ground. If you'd toss and turn at night, Slip your ...
Recurrence (Dorothy Parker Poems)
We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still Round and round the little way, Up and ...
The Taming of the Falcon (Emma Lazarus Poems)
The bird sits spelled upon the lithe brown wrist Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had lamed No feather limb, but ...