A Carrion (Allen Tate Poems)
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
Poems about ironic (21 Poems)
Heat-Wave (C J Dennis Poems)
Day after day, week after burning week, A ruthless sun has sucked the forest dry.Morn after anxious morn men's glances ...
To She Who Is Too Light-hearted (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Your head, your gesture, your air,are lovely, like a lovely landscape:laughter's alive, in your face,a fresh breeze in a clear ...
Sleep Of A University (F Scott Fitzgerald Poems)
WATCHING through the long, dim hours Like statued Mithras, stand ironic towers; Their haughty lines severe by light Are softened ...
All The World’s Ruled By A Dragon (Fyodor Sologub Poems)
All the world's ruled by the Dragon -Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse. Let me praise him with a humble, Daring and ...
Spring-ripple of green along the way, . . (Christopher Brennan Poems)
Spring-ripple of green along the way, keen plash of aery waves that play, and in my heart thy dreamy smart, ...
thirteeners (Rg Gregory Poem)
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
Midnight (Louise Gluck Poem)
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself Weeping in the dark garage With your ...
Long Long Ago (Robert Desnos Poem)
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
Fame is a fickle food (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Pain (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
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 ...
THE SWAN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
62. Epistle to William Simson (Robert Burns Poems)
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
The Ballad Of The Black Fox Skin (Robert William Service Poems)
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
Ant Hill (Robert William Service Poems)
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding ...
Peter Quince At The Clavier (Wallace Stevens Poems)
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
In Those Years (Adrienne Rich Poems)
In those years, people will say, we lost track of the meaning of we, of you we found ourselves reduced ...
Week-Night Service (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...