Seasonal Cycle – Chapter 01 – Summer (Kalidasa Poems)
"Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good ...
Poems about mirages (18 Poems)
An Explanation of America: A Love of Death (Robert Pinsky Poems)
Imagine a child from Virginia or New HampshireAlone on the prairie eighty years agoOr more, one afternoon-the shaggy peltOf grasses, ...
To Laura (Peyo Kracholov Yavorov Poems)
My soul is grief. My soul is call Because I am a bird picked off. To death is doomed my wounded soul ...
The Bedouin (Ivan Bunin Poems)
The Dead Sea, and, beyond, the greyish, brokenLine of the hills. Noon. Mealtime. Deft of hand,He bathes his mare, then ...
Spiritual Song Of The Aborigine (Hyllus Noel Maris Poems)
I am a child of the Dreamtime PeoplePart of this land, like the gnarled gumtreeI am the river, softly singingChanting ...
The Creak of the Leather (Bruce Kiskaddon Poems)
It's likely that you can rememberA corral at the foot of a hillSome mornin' along in DecemberWhen the air was ...
Wanderers Lost (C J Dennis Poems)
Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers lost -- See how the mocking mirages play!Men who have ventured and paid ...
The Bedouin (Edip Canserver Poems)
Through the deserted dim brown city of my eyesThe white-necked camels pass, their tired drivers,Day after day, as though to ...
Keepers On The Tower (Benjamin Musser Poems)
Theirs is a blest intrigue,They are in league,God and my conscience, in conspiracyTo parch my corporal being utterly.Every time I ...
Orlie Wilde (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
Tar (C. K. Williams Poems)
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
Passage to India. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
To a President. (Walt Whitman Poems)
ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, You have not learn'd of Nature-of the politics of ...
The Wandering Jew (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
I saw by looking in his eyes That they remembered everything; And this was how I came to know That ...
Clavering (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
I say no more for Clavering Than I should say of him who fails To bring his wounded vessel home ...
Australian Scenery (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
The Plains (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and ...
The Incarnate One (Edwin Muir Poems)
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...