Watch Hill (Hattie Howard Poems)
Fair summer home peninsula, Enriched by every breeze From fragrant islands, wafted far Across the sunny seas! A profile rare! a height of land Outlined ...
Poems about peninsula (17 Poems)
Out Of Time (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
1I saw Time flowing like a hundred yachtsThat fly behind the daylight, foxed with air;Or piercing, like the quince-bright, bitter ...
Boats In A Fog (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,The exuberant voices of music,Have charm for children but lack ...
Vulcan (George Oppen Poems)
The householder issuing to the streetIs adrift a moment in that ice stiffExterior. 'PeninsulaLow lying in the bayAnd wooded-' Native ...
John Burns Of Gettysburg (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad (Emily Dickinson Poems)
784Bereaved of all, I went abroad -No less bereaved was IUpon a New Peninsula -The Grave preceded me -Obtained my ...
In The Baggage Room At Greyhound (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Of Politics & Art (Norman Dubie Poem)
for Allen Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse. Mrs. ...
They put Us far apart (Emily Dickinson Poem)
They put Us far apart -- As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula -- We signified "These see" -- ...
The inundation of the Spring (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul -- It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole -- ...
By my Window have I for Scenery (Emily Dickinson Poem)
By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea -- with a Stem -- If the Bird and the ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula -- The Grave preceded ...
It might be lonelier (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness -- I'm so accustomed to my Fate -- Perhaps the Other -- Peace ...
The earth has many keys, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature's fact. But witness for ...
Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
American Feuillage. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
The Far Field (Theodore Roethke Poems)
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...