In a Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
Poems about iris (31 Poems)
Behind a Wall (Amy Lowell Poem)
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
Little Viennese Waltz (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
Water (Robert Lowell Poem)
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Piccolo Valzer Viennese (Ben Jonson Poem)
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
The Maid’s Thought (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
Climbing You (Erica Jong Poem)
I want to understand the steep thing that climbs ladders in your throat. I can't make sense of you. Everywhere ...
Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
To Outer Nature (Thomas Hardy Poem)
SHOW thee as I thought thee When I early sought thee, Omen-scouting, All undoubting Love alone had wrought thee-- Wrought ...
THREE PALINODIAS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
Double Red Daisies (Robert Graves Poem)
Double red daisies, they're my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try ...
Her Little Hands Drinking (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Coming into the front yard at the sound of a tiny voice thinking she had seen our cats in the ...
Pearls of Dew (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Slowing my gait walking more slower shimmering light reflected to my eye The blades of the lilies, the leaves of ...
Like a Horsehair Paintbrush (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
the iris stood tall and straight the blossom peaking from the skin of leaves still hidden mostly behind green its ...
After the Shower (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
Bejeweled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Encrusted with jewels, diamonds, pearls, clear rubies, bedazzled with sequins, pearls of ever size and shape anointed and adorned the ...
Awash in the Sunset (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warm amber light bleeding through translucent skin of the iris ablaze alive with the sunset awash in the radiance June ...
Translucent Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Georgia O'Keeffe tableau the inner parts of the fertile ripe iris yellow on yellow ablaze with the sunset's rays ...
May Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A simple basket of spring flowers. A token of my love. A tradition begun. And enduring. Iris, tulip, forsythia, quince, ...
An Imitation Of Anacreon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
PAINTER in Paphos and Cythera famed Depict, I pray, the absent Iris' face. Thou hast not seen the lovely nymph ...
Song From Amphitryon (John Dryden Poem)
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
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 ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave Upon their Setting Names -- The Iris not of Occident That disappears as ...
The Final Poem (Andree Chedid Poem)
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Tremble (Michael Burch Poem)
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
THE SADNESS OF THE MOON (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...