Robinson (Weldon Kees Poem)
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
Poems about photograph (31 Poems)
The Player Piano (Randall Jarrell Poem)
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House Run by a lady my age. She was gay. When I ...
Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
A Sketch, a Photograph (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A sketch, a photograph an image caught in my memory brought forth from my mind just as real, to me ...
The Granary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
What Now (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The picture on the bulletin the devastation caught in miniature a handful of people standing before a bit of rubble ...
Visual Words – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Trying as best I can in the writings that I put down to capture the touch, the feel, the smell, ...
A Break in the clouds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the driveway this morning gray clouds, lowering sky a break in the clouds bright light, a shimmering dove hanging ...
A Poetic Photograph (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a photograph, with poetic tones, that was a bit lyrical, though I have seen them She gave me a ...
Daggers of Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cascade, a crescendo a waterfall a torrent daggers of ice, hanging from the rusty fire escape, menacing, hanging frozen ...
The Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Unwanted (Edward Field Poem)
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
The Knife (Keith Douglas Poem)
Can I explain this to you? Your eyes are entrances the mouths of caves I issue from wonderful interiors upon ...
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
The Embrace (Mark Doty Poem)
You weren't well or really ill yet either; just a little tired, your handsomeness tinged by grief or anticipation, which ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Thesaurus (Billy Collins Poem)
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
The Art Of Drowning (Billy Collins Poem)
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
Snow (David Berman Poem)
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in ...
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 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 01: Clairvoyant (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
For John Clare (John Ashbery Poem)
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
This Is A Photograph Of Me (Margaret Atwood Poem)
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...