Of Tribulation, these are They (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White -- The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank Of Victors -- designate ...
Poems about remembered (51 Poems)
He forgot — and I — remembered (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He forgot -- and I -- remembered -- 'Twas an everyday affair -- Long ago as Christ and Peter -- ...
‘Twas my one Glory — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas my one Glory -- Let it be Remembered I was owned of Thee -- (Emily Dickinson)
‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
She slept beneath a tree (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She slept beneath a tree -- Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute -- She recognized the foot ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes (Emily Dickinson Poem)
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was ...
Cherry bomb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
Blame Katrina, or Larry. (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
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. ...
The Shakespeare Memorial (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten, And therefore got on a Committee With several ...
Tz’u No. 2 (Wine Joy) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune "As in a Dream" I have long remembered the pavilion on the stream the falling sun so ...
Stupid (Raymond Carver Poem)
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
The Cook’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Rain (Robert Creeley Poem)
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Recollections Of Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
Heritage (Countee Cullen Poem)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
The Locker (Michael Burch Poem)
All the dull hollow clamor has died and what was contained, removed, reproved adulation or sentiment, left with the pungent ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Vienna, December 1999 (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
I, or Someone Like Me (Marvin Bell Poem)
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
Hauntings (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
Libido (Rupert Brooke Poem)
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
The Wayfarers (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
Menelaus and Helen (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Testament (Wendell Berry Poem)
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
Words For Departure (Louise Bogan Poem)
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...