7 Days on the Sea (May Swenson Poems)
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it. The boat ...
Poems about mica (19 Poems)
Ode To Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IIN EXCELSISTwo dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height,Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the realm of shadows,-fine,And far, and ...
Hartley Field (Connie Wanek Poems)
<i>And place is always and only placeAnd what is actual is actual only for one timeAnd only for one place ...
February Evening In New York (Denise Levertov Poems)
As the stores close, a winter lightopens air to iris blue,glint of frost through the smokegrains of mica, salt of ...
To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain (Li Po Poems)
Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,You must be near her place in those blue hills.The river's force helps pound the mica,The wind ...
St. George (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
O Who Will Speak From a Womb or a Cloud? (George Barker Poems)
Not less light shall the gold and the green lieOn the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, thanLove lay yesterday on ...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoal… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Humble home. But rum, and charcoalGrog of sketches on the wall,And the cell becomes a mansion,And the garret is a ...
Seascape (Babette Deutsch Poems)
Assembling ways to glisten,ImmensityIs fresh as paint, and friendly,Like salt.Until wind pleats it, the waterSpends mica's childish glitter.At the end ...
The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
The glint of the crystals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The mica in the granite quartz, rosy or clear jagged shards of beauty drawing my eyes to come near The ...
The Snap of the Branches Underfoot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The snap of the branches underfoot watching where I walk the path refracting the light the mica reflecting the sun ...
Dew in the Morning – first try (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the Morning – (Resurrection) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Mountain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
Falls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
One Year (Sharon Olds Poems)
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...