Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Poems about oranges (31 Poems)
The Grocery (Amy Lowell Poem)
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
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, ...
The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
On Being Human (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Saturday Paseo: Adelina (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Oranges do not grow in the sea neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the ...
Fare Well (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
If I die, leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) ...
Arbol?, Arbol? . . . (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, ...
THE VISIT. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
Washed in Amber (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world, the land washed in amber the light warmer before its fading washing the world in an amber glow ...
Losing Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The vivid color fading the horizon losing color heading toward dusk at the falling of the sun The reds and ...
In Words of Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The changing of the leaves the season of autumn oranges and reds and pure simple yellows But words of color ...
Between Waking up and Their Breakfast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The light of the morning so fast and changing the sky lit up, brilliant dancing before my eyes Gossamer yellows, ...
Bits of Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
A Sugar Maple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
Not yet Red (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh they are so close, not yet red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine lee of the house, shaded moist ...
Passing the Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
Reds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Sweeney among the Nightingales (T. S. Eliot Poem)
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
I Ask You (Billy Collins Poem)
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
Provisions (Margaret Atwood Poem)
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Three Oranges (Charles Bukowski Poems)
first time my father overheard me listening to this bit of music he asked me, "what is it?" "it's called ...
Goblin Market (Christina Rossetti Poems)
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The Chord (Erin Moure Poems)
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate ...
Among Children (Philip Levine Poems)
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
The Dead (Philip Levine Poems)
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
For The Country (Philip Levine Poems)
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...