thirteeners (Rg Gregory Poem)
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
Poems about map (31 Poems)
The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart (Jack Gilbert Poem)
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
When in Difficult Choices (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The path of our Savior a guide for our lives not just a map for the journey but words that ...
Letting God Drive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The metaphor of the yoke hard to comprehend even to conform our steps to the path of Christ Maybe in ...
In Exile (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What does it mean to be in exile, when there is no foreign army no conquering horde coming over the ...
Walking into Unknowns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A precipice, a cliff, critical decision point, without a plan, a road map assurances, guarantee Needing to go beyond the ...
Books (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card ...
Masked Bandits (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nocturnal marauders in my yard Villains of the woods, with masks to boot Out in my land looking for food ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Sam’s Christmas Pudding (Marriott Edgar Poems)
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Sonnet XLIV: Whilst Thus My Pen (Michael Drayton Poem)
Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee, Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face, Where in the ...
Description (Mark Doty Poem)
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
Elegy XVIII: Love’s Progress (John Donne Poems)
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
It seldom snowed – Part II (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
At The Other End Of The Telescope (George Bradley Poem)
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
Agoraphobia (John Burnside Poem)
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
The house where I was born (05) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Legend of the Albino Farm (Erin Belieu Poem)
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
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 ...
That the Science of Cartography Is Limited (Eavan Boland Poem)
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
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 ...
Dream Song 13: God bless Henry (John Berryman Poem)
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
Shinto (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
Song For The Rainy Season (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
The Window (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...