Deer Print (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A single impression pressed hard, deep into the mud, a deer track surviving the rains, rains that washed, stripped away, ...
Poems about print (31 Poems)
Hoot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Charged electricity In the room Caffeine in the coffee and my pacing feet. My name first on the list Bold ...
Circles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
Purchase (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Purchase - Impulse, Affirmation. Of future life, With an office Needing Art. 1/9/04 - 15:17 - About buying a print ...
Brim (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tom Joad had it right His introduction to us all, more in print than film, of a man fixing his ...
To A New England Poet (Philip Freneau Poem)
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
A Patch of Old Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain ...
Two Tramps In Mud Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
I was a Phoebe — nothing more — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I was a Phoebe -- nothing more -- A Phoebe -- nothing less -- The little note that others dropt ...
Ended, ere it begun — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Ended, ere it begun -- The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Consciousness The Story, unrevealed -- ...
An altered look about the hills (Emily Dickinson Poem)
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
Dead thoughts of corpses (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
A Song of Defeat (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
A list of some observation… (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The Author to her Book (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
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 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
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 ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Any Wife To Any Husband (Robert Browning Poem)
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
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, ...
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 ...