Adam Cast Forth (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
Poems about known (51 Poems)
MUSIC (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
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, ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
My Last Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit (Robert Burns Poem)
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo (Robert Burns Poem)
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
538. Song-Now Spring has clad the grove in green (Robert Burns Poem)
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth (Charles Bukowski Poem)
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
Sestina (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Agatha (Alfred Austin Poem)
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait Of One Dead (Conrad Aiken Poem)
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Adieu to Belshanny (William Allingham Poem)
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A Dream (William Allingham Poem)
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
Emblems of Love (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend (Jane Austen Poem)
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Gravelly Run (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Identity (A. R. Ammons Poem)
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Everything (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
How can you bear to look at the Neva? (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...