Little Viennese Waltz (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
Poems about photographs (27 Poems)
Piccolo Valzer Viennese (Ben Jonson Poem)
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
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 ...
Not monuments or photographs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not monuments or photographs present in the moment real faith in the doing being a people of faith Our skin, ...
Images (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Photographs Forgotten, unseen Burst into view Rekindling old memories Moments of time Places smells moods shadows conjured up life through ...
Embrace Noir (Nick Flynn Poem)
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
Cairo Jag (Keith Douglas Poem)
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Passport (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
They did not recognize me in the shadows That suck away my color in this Passport And to them my ...
The Bandaged Shoulder (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen. But there was probably another ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
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, ...
Devonshire Street W.1 (John Betjeman Poem)
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
A Study In Feeling (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
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 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 ...
Dream Song 73: Karensui, Ryoan-ji (John Berryman Poem)
The taxi makes the vegetables fly. 'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait. Past the bright lake up into the temple, ...
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
Sleeping On The Ceiling (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
In The Waiting Room (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
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 ...
Gigolo (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
Paralytic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
James Garber (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Do you remember, passer-by, the path I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house, Hasting with swift ...
The Widening Spell Of Leaves (Larry Levis Poems)
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
The Negatives (Philip Levine Poems)
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
Holy Day (Philip Levine Poems)
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
The Unknowable (Philip Levine Poems)
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...