Kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Poems about kill (51 Poems)
And love has changed to kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
In this World (Wendell Berry Poem)
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
1991-I (Wendell Berry Poem)
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Decalogue (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
Five Ways To Kill A Man (Andre Breton Poem)
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
John Keats (Lord Byron Poem)
Who killed John Keats? 'I,' says the Quarterly, So savage and Tartarly; ''Twas one of my feats.' Who shot the ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Prometheus (Lord Byron Poem)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
Dream Song 116: Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way (John Berryman Poem)
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
Time’s Revenges (Robert Browning Poems)
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
535. Song-The Braw Wooer (Robert Burns Poem)
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
The Genius Of The Crowd (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
In the 70’s, I Confused Macram? and Macabre (Kelli Russell Agodon Poems)
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 03: Haunted Chambers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...