The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Poems about returned (51 Poems)
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Suicide’s Argument (Samuel Coleridge Poems)
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Behold, from the land of the farther suns (Stephen Crane Poem)
Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO III ( Scarmoges ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
She’s All My Fancy Painted Him (Lewis Carroll Poems)
She's all my fancy painted him (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which ...
Fit the Fifth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The Best Cigarette (Billy Collins Poem)
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
YARNER (Graham Burchell Poem)
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
A BREAK IN THE RHYTHM OF LIFE (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
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 ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Coffee & Dolls (April Bernard Poem)
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
A Girl Sang a Song (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
Stanzas (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Hope (Emily Bronte Poem)
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
Snow (David Berman Poem)
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in ...
Sonnet Reversed (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...