Stained Brass, Shimmering Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The not quite polished brass your cross, shimmering above the altar reflecting the light onto the congregation mottled, shards of ...
Poems about polished (31 Poems)
Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Her Colors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
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 ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
The Magnificent (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night (T. S. Eliot Poem)
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Song of a Train (John Davidson Poem)
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
The Price of Fame (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
Pumpkins in our time (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
At the Vietnam War Memorial (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
Rivers of Canada (Bliss Carman Poem)
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair (Thomas Carew Poem)
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. (Carlos Barbarito Poem)
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
The Cottage Hospital (John Betjeman Poem)
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
Slough (John Betjeman Poem)
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
Risus Dei (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Dream Song 75: Turning it over, considering (John Berryman Poem)
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Youth and Art (Robert Browning Poem)
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...