One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Poems about mother-of-pearl (13 Poems)
A Visit (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
I was sitting at the open window… in the morning, the early morning ofthe first of May.The dawn had not ...
Cretonne Tropics (Grace Hazard Conkling Poems)
The cretonne in your willow chairShows through a zone of rosy air,A tree of parrots, agate-eyed,With blue-green crests and plumes ...
Butterflies (Jose Asuncion Silva Poems)
In a fragile vaseIn your chamber arePreserved butterfliesThat when touched byA brilliant sun rayTurn to mother-of-pearl,Pieces of iridescentEvening skyOr opaline ...
“Stretching taut the silken threads” (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
Stretching taut the silken threadsOn a mother-of-pearl shuttle,O, lithe fingers, beginYour fascinating lesson.Ebb and flow of your hands,Monotonous movements,No doubt ...
Song for a Play (Hilda Conkling Poems)
Soldier drop that golden spear!Wait till the fires arise!Wait till the sky drops down and touches the spear,Crystal and mother-of-pearl!The ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Crazy Jane Reproved (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but ...
The Fairy Goldsmith (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Here's a wonderful thing, A humming-bird's wing In hammered gold, And store well chosen Of snowflakes frozen In crystal cold. ...
Shells (Kathleen Raine Poems)
Reaching down arm-deep into bright water I gathered on white sand under waves Shells, drifted up on beaches where I ...
Enigmas (Pablo Neruda Poems)
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...