Milkweed and Monarch (Paul Muldoon Poems)
The rain comes flapping through the yardlike a tablecloth that she hand-embroidered.My mother has left it on the line.It is ...
Poems about oboe (14 Poems)
Caprice (Louis Esson Poems)
Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight,Veils of colour blent and blownIn melodic monotone.Dark and bright, and white and dun ...
Duke (Bob Hicok Poems)
He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15,a Diner's Club Card and picture of his daughter ...
The Locust (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,Makest meridian music, long and loud,Accentuating summer!—Dost thy bestTo make the sunbeams fiercer, ...
Music Comes (John Freeman Poems)
Music comesSweetly from the trembling stringWhen wizard fingers sweepDreamily, half asleep;When through remembering reedsAncient airs and murmurs creep,Oboe oboe following,Flute ...
An Impromptu (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
Here in the pungent gloomWhere the tamarac roses glowAnd the balsam burns its perfume,A vireo turns his slowCadence, as if ...
Upon Julia, Playing The Oboe (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
When as I hear my Julia playUpon the oboe, oft I sayWell pleased were I if I might sitHour-long by ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep A Gun In The House (Billy Collins Poems)
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
Correspondences (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
Carol of Occupations. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
The Victor Dog (James Merrill Poems)
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
Shake The Superflux! (David Lehman Poems)
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...