The Mower (Philip Larkin Poem)
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the ...
Poems about mower (21 Poems)
The Poet’s Calendar (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
A Piece of Amethyst (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
in the dirt, the lawn, just barely visible a bit of smooth color, catching the light the wet earth, after ...
The Tuft of Flowers (Robert Frost Poem)
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
I’m sorry for the Dead — Today — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Bacchanalia (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
The City Planners (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
Elysium (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Past the despairing wail-- And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away! Delight, that breathes and ...
Rain and the Robin (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
A ROBIN in the morning, In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, "There'll be rain, there'll be rain." ...
The Last Meeting (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Song Of The Orphan (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
I am no one and never will be anyone, for I am far too small to claim to be; not ...
Rural Reflections (Adrienne Rich Poems)
This is the grass your feet are planted on. You paint it orange or you sing it green, But you ...
The Far Field (Theodore Roethke Poems)
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
The Battle of Flodden Field (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas on the 9th of September, a very beautiful day, That a numerous English army came in grand array, And ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Damon The Mower (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
L’Allegro (John Milton Poems)
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
The Man Into Whose Yard You Should Not Hit Your Ball (Thomas Lux Poems)
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...