Are You Drinking? (Charles Bukowski Poem)
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
Poems about leave (50 Poems)
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, ...
I Made A Mistake (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
North Haven (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Sleeping On The Ceiling (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
Giant Snail (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Love Song to My Neighborhoods (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Man in a Window (Ralph Angel Poem)
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 02: Death: And A Derisive Chorus (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up high black walls, up sombre terraces (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
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. ...
Chiarascuro: Rose (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
Autumnal Sonnet (William Allingham Poem)
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
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 Gravestone (William Allingham Poem)
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
The Poplar (Richard Aldington Poem)
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
Inferno Canto 01 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
When Winchester races (Jane Austen Poem)
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
Hymn (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
Easter Morning (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
You Will Hear Thunder (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the ...
Under Her Dark Veil (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...