Jacob, I Understand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fall on the ice, two plus year ago a concave spot, in my left hip, where it once was ...
Poems about papers (31 Poems)
Sitting at my Desk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The girls at school, the coffee finished the news scanned, the day begun papers in folders, in piles, ready for ...
Her Papers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More and more her papers are about her calling her sermons and her epistles to the churches, to the non-believers ...
Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet in the law school Late at night, after papers, exams Between time Late March, Early April Still halls Empty ...
Learning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Voracious appetite For learning new things about many topics To acquire knowledge and context of why things are as they ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Mr. Dana, of the New York Sun (Eugene Field Poem)
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
The Colonel (Carolyn Forche Poem)
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
Fragment at Tunbridge-Wells (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Crater Face (Denise Duhamel Poem)
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
Sonnet XXXI: Methinks I See (Michael Drayton Poem)
To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
My Mistress Commanding Me to Return Her Letters. (Thomas Carew Poem)
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht (John Berryman Poem)
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
Dream Song 45: He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back (John Berryman Poem)
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back. He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair where ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
251. Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell (Robert Burns Poem)
YOUR News and Review, sir. I've read through and through, sir, With little admiring or blaming; The Papers are barren ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...