The Daft-days (Robert Fergusson Poems)
Now mirk December's dowie faceGlours our the rigs wi' sour grimace,While, thro' his minimum of space,The bleer-ey'd sunWi' blinkin light ...
Poems about pianos (19 Poems)
Loneliness Of Cities (Jorge Carerra Andrade Poems)
Without knowing my number,enclosed by walls and borders,I walk around with a prisoner's moonand perpetual shadow chained to my ankle.Living ...
Walk past those houses on a Sunday morning (Kendrick Smithyman Poems)
Walk past those houses on a Sunday morningwhere pianos stumble in front rooms,mechanics freed from tools take shearsto clip their ...
The Domestic Stones (fragment) (Jean Hans Arp Poems)
(Translated from the French by David Gascoyne)The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of eveningwalk ceaselessly ...
February Sun (Paul Rodenko Poems)
Again the world goes open like a girl's roomFrom the white remotenesses street scenes come sailing upworkers with alum hands ...
The Three Ships (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
‘Frisco (Bill Adams Poems)
Long lines of ships at moorings used to lieBesides the wharves of 'Frisco. All the dayThe chipping hammers rang upon ...
Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
A New York Child’s Garden Of Verses (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
(With the usual.)IIn winter I get up at night,And dress by an electric light.In summer, autumn, ay, and spring,I have ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so (Emily Dickinson Poems)
348I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though-I thought If ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
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 ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Real Estate News (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read "The Silver Dollar," "Swede Annie" ...
Sapphics For Celebrity (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos scored the room, and you -- on an antique sofa near two dark-haired innocents ...
The Lost Leichardt (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Another search for Leichhardt's tomb, Though fifty years have fled Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, Our one Illustrious Dead! ...
Joseph Dixon (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos ...
Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane (Philip Levine Poems)
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...