Eating Alone (Li-Young Lee Poem)
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
Poems about pears (31 Poems)
The Precinct. Rochester (Amy Lowell Poem)
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The Painted Ceiling (Amy Lowell Poem)
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
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 ...
Behind a Wall (Amy Lowell Poem)
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
On a Line From Valery (Gulf War) (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
Tout le ciel vert se meurt Le dernier arbre brûle. The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares ...
The Post That Fitted (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Providence (George Herbert Poem)
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS,CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM (Robert Herrick Poem)
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
THE PAGE AND THE MILLER’S DAUGHTER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
PAGE. WHERE goest thou? Where? Miller's daughter so fair! Thy name, pray?-- MILLER'S DAUGHTER. 'Tis Lizzy. PAGE. Where goest thou? ...
Careers (Robert Graves Poem)
Father is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music- I chose ...
The Layers of Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
The pears while mowing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Aunt Sue's side yard up on the hill heavy pedaling with my bike up to do the mowing One of ...
Rich Days (William Henry Davies Poem)
Welcome to you rich Autumn days, Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind; When golden stocks are seen in fields, All ...
Sheltered Garden (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
Heat (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick ...
February (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Robin Redbreast (William Allingham Poem)
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Living In Sin (Adrienne Rich Poems)
She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the ...
WRITING TO ONEGIN (Ruth Padel Poems)
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
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, ...
A Mountain Station (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
Market days (Jonas Mekas Poems)
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
A Visit To The Asylum (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at ...
Recuerdo (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
WE were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It ...