On Being Human (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Poems about interior (28 Poems)
A Map Of Love (Donald Justice Poem)
Your face more than others' faces Maps the half-remembered places I have come to I while I slept- Continents a ...
Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
In The Baggage Room At Greyhound (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Meeting Grounds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
Ballad of the Old Cypress (Tu Fu Poem)
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
The Problem (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
Reverse cannot befall (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior -- As soon -- Adversity A Diamond -- overtake In ...
Who Court obtain within Himself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King -- And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing -- ...
‘Twas fighting for his Life he was — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas fighting for his Life he was -- That sort accomplish well -- The Ordnance of Vitality Is frugal of ...
Dead poet (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I'm sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet, I mean it in the surmise that I ...
Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
The Higher Unity (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may ...
Verses Turned… (John Betjeman Poem)
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Cape Breton (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Palm (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk only on feelings. That faces upward and in its mirror ...
Getting There (Sylvia Plath Poems)
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
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, ...
The Other Two (Sylvia Plath Poems)
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
The Fair Maid of Perth’s House (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
All ye good people, afar and near, To my request pray lend an ear; I advise you all without delay ...
Griffy the Cooper (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
The cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these graves ...
A Hall (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I ...
SHAYDAYIM (Sharon Esther Lampert Poems)
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...