Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Poems about knowing (51 Poems)
Guilt (John Betjeman Poem)
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
October (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The forest holds high carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
That’s What I Said (April Bernard Poems)
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Power of Love (Anne Bronte Poem)
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
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 ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Opifex (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
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 ...
Town and Country (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
Choriambics — II (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
The Voice (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
The Beautiful Poem (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my ...
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 ...
Dream Song 39: Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You’re in the clear (John Berryman Poems)
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
The Ball Poem (John Berryman Poem)
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
The Guardian-Angel (Robert Browning Poem)
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...