Voyage of the (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A shallow stream, from fountainsDeep in the Sandwich mountains, Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;And, between its flood-torn shores,Sped by sail or ...
Poems about lurches (16 Poems)
Sappho (James Wright Poems)
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
Get Off The Track (J Hutchinson Jr Poems)
Ho! the car EmancipationRides majestic thro' our nation,Bearing on its train the story,Liberty! a nation's glory.Roll it along, thro' the ...
Will Yer Write It Down for Me? (Henry Lawson Poems)
In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong,When a singer or reciter gives a story ...
Height Is The Distance Down (Mary Barnard Poems)
What's geography? What difference what mountainit is? In the intimacy of this altitudeits discolored snowfields overhang half the world.On a ...
Flying Crooked (Robert Graves Poems)
The butterfly, the cabbage white,(His honest idiocy of flight)Will never now, it is too late,Master the art of flying straight,Yet ...
The Whaler’s Pig (Edwin James Brady Poems)
WE shipped him at the Sandwich Isles --'Fore God, he's mostly nose! We've fetched him full eight thousand miles To ...
God Rules Alway (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Into the world's most high and holy placesMen carry selfishness, and graft and greed.The air is rent with warring of ...
Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
avalanche (Rg Gregory Poem)
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
South of my Days (Judith Wright Poems)
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
Outside Fargo, North Dakota (James Wright Poems)
Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car, I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly. ...
MORNINGS LIKE THIS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Mornings like this I awaken and wonder How I have moved so far, how I have moved so little And ...
HUGHES’ VOICE IN MY HEAD (Barry Tebb Poems)
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
from The Tenth Elegy (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are: the false silence of sound drowning sound, and there--proud, ...