The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
Poems about molten (31 Poems)
1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Up The Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
The Drunken Fisherman (Robert Lowell Poem)
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of ...
Song of the Wise Children (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1902 When the darkened Fifties dip to the North, And frost and the fog divide the air, And the day ...
To The House (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I am heaping the bones of the old mother To build us a hold against the host of the air; ...
Shine, Perishing Republic (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
Gold! (Thomas Hood Poem)
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light ...
The Flaâneur (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
How To Paint A Water Lily (Ted Hughes Poem)
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Within the maw of the oven (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
Purified (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Burned clean, the dross, the edges, the excess burned away in the fire, clean, a reflection of him purified by ...
Glassworks – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
molten, elastic glowing, out of the oven living glass, changing January 12, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
Glass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There's something different something special sensuous, mysterious fragile, unique living, moving glass unseen movement but we believe it is there ...
Glassworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
The Hermit Thrush (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal tone, Floating and falling through the wood alone, A ...
I taste a liquor never brewed (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I taste a liquor never brewed -- From Tankards scooped in Pearl -- Not all the Vats upon the Rhine ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
The Black Virgin (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
The Sun Sets in Molten Gold (Li Ching Chao Poem)
The sun sets in molten gold. The evening clouds form a jade disk. Where is he? Dense white mist envelops ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Dream Song 16: Henry’s pelt was put on sundry walls (John Berryman Poems)
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Opening the Geode (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Simple Things (Grace E. Easley Poem)
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
One Year After (Claude McKay Poems)
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided ...
Sinfonia Eroica (Amy Levy Poems)
(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the ...