An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poems)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
Poems about recurrence (13 Poems)
If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
The Remedy (Harry Kemp Poems)
When you've failed with ordered people, when you've sunk neck-deep againIn the sluggish wash and jetsam of the slackened tides ...
Seaweed (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Not always unimpeded can I pray,Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim;Too closely clings the burden of the day,And all the ...
Rivulose (Archie Randolph Ammons Poems)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breakingwith ups and downs will, though,building constancy into the black foregroundfor each sunset, hold ...
Spring Equinox (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
In the dark time of yearyour darker partconverts to dreams, you'll feelit's night and seem adrift:a massive comet streaksabove your ...
Fiddle-Dee-D (Eugene Field Poems)
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree,And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" -A very provoking, ...
Recurrence (Bernard Waters Poems)
HERE am I, weary for want of Sleep, Yet cannot reach a state of just repose ; Stubbornly still though ...
Covering Two Years (Weldon Kees Poem)
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in ...
Fiddle-Dee-Dee (Eugene Field Poem)
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel (Delmore Schwartz Poems)
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...