From One Who Stays (Amy Lowell Poem)
How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to ...
Poems about routine (25 Poems)
Losses (Randall Jarrell Poem)
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
Nearly A Valediction (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that ...
September Song (Geoffrey Hill Poem)
born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42 Undesirable you may have been, untouchable you were not. Not forgotten or passed over at ...
A Holy Lent – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Changing our routine practicing a holy Lent denying ourselves our sin our focus on the earth Spending with Jesus walking ...
Coming Together (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fellowship and friendship fun, family coming together in good noisy fashion the reunion of dear friends coming into view settling ...
Billy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
Not What He Wanted (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We thought we would be nice generous, helpful, gracious hosts But that wasn't what he wanted, not what he had ...
A Nine-Month Teachable Moment (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Waiting for the birth, the coming of a miracle baby the son he never believe would come, a son to ...
Peter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Calloused hands hearty handshake Bright eyes and easy smile consumed his face Brothers we are Mi Amigo, and confidante, through ...
Darks, Whites, and . Pinks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
Mithridates (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
The Routine Things Around The House (Stephen Dunn Poem)
When Mother died I thought: now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I've since forgiven myself as ...
To make Routine a Stimulus (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease -- Capacity to Terminate Is a Specific Grace -- Of Retrospect ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Salvage (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
Galatea Encore (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
Dream Song 89: Op. posth. no. 12 (John Berryman Poem)
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
299. Sketch-New Year’s Day, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
The Geranium (Theodore Roethke Poems)
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
Impossible To Tell (Robert Pinsky Poems)
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Five For Country Music (Lisel Mueller Poems)
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
O Glorious France (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
The Widening Spell Of Leaves (Larry Levis Poems)
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...