The History Of One Tough Motherfucker (Charles Bukowski Poem)
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Poems about lives (50 Poems)
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
Chemin De Fer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
Seascape (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Of a Forgetful Sea (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
Snapshot of a Lump (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
This (Ralph Angel Poem)
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
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 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter (Conrad Aiken Poem)
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01: As evening falls (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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. ...
Song from Judith 3 (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
Hymn to Love (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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 ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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 ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Refusal (Maya Angelou Poem)
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
Psalm of Life (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...