Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Poems about keeping (51 Poems)
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
War-Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
Longfellow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Dulcis Memoria (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the ...
The grave my little cottage is, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The grave my little cottage is, Where "Keeping house" for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble ...
Uncommon common sense (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The other day I listened to a man on the radio who made uncommon common sense, 'specially since it was ...
To keep the ambience alive (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
Steve’s tears (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
Pedestrian ambitions (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Beach Glass (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Despair (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
I have experienc'd The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VI ( Dyscomfyture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
Fit the Fifth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Insects (John Clare Poem)
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
For Bartleby The Scrivener (Billy Collins Poem)
"Every time we get a big gale around here some people just refuse to batten down." we estimate that ice ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
The Iron Bridge (Billy Collins Poem)
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
Dilton Marsh Halt (John Betjeman Poem)
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Twelve (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Parting (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THERE'S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in ...