Sudden Fine Weather (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
Poems about peach (31 Poems)
The Bugler’s First Communion (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
MRS ELIZ: WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF THELOST SHEPHERDESS (Robert Herrick Poem)
Among the myrtles as I walk'd Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd: Tell me, said I, in deep distress, Where ...
Advertisement For The Waldorf-Astoria (Langston Hughes Poem)
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf-Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair ...
peach-power (Rg Gregory Poem)
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
The Life of Love XVI (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
My Fingers Sticky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The basket gathered pulled closer to me the farm stand treasure close by my side The pages of the summer ...
Spirit of Peace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The presence of God covering me, wrapping me the spirit of peach trusting in God's grace giving ourselves over to ...
Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
The Little Peach (Eugene Field Poem)
A little peach in the orchard grew,-- A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by ...
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. ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River (Tu Fu Poem)
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Françoise And The Fruit Farmer (James A. Emanuel Poem)
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
Balbus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
The Hippopotamus (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Spring in the South (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
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 ...
In these quiet moments (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The house where I was born (08) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I open my eyes, yes, it's the house where I was born, Exactly as it was and nothing more. The ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Discontent (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It ...