Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Poems about rubbed (31 Poems)
The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Corny Bill (Henry Lawson Poem)
His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, His hat pushed from his brow, His dress best fitted for the ...
Cells (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: I've a mouth like an old potato, and ...
WHAT I DID IN THE MOONLIGHT (James Lee Jobe Poem)
I planted my grief in freshly turned earth A tree grows there now You should see the size of it ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
(i) the inkman (Rg Gregory Poem)
whirligig twister dancer prancer st vitus's quester chancer romancer the inkman cometh from that nether world where dream and coincidence ...
El Cafetal (Rafael Guillen Poem)
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
Scar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He rubbed his hand, Unconsciously, from habit His finger Held onto a memory, A bit of history Now months gone, ...
The Bucking-Tub (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IF once in love, you'll soon invention find And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind; The youngest 'prentice, ...
Feronde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
They called me to the Window, for (Emily Dickinson Poem)
They called me to the Window, for " 'Twas Sunset" -- Some one said -- I only saw a Sapphire ...
LONDON ROSES (Willa Cather Poem)
"ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!" they tell you-- Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you. Roses, roses, red in ...
The Summer I Was Sixteen (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
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 Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
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 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 ...
Letter To N.Y. (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
The Lovers of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Stings (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
The Man from Iron Bark (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
The Man From Ironbark (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
A Dog Has Died (Pablo Neruda Poems)
My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join ...
Half-And-Half (Naomi Shihab Nye Poems)
You can't be, says a Palestinian Christian on the first feast day after Ramadan. So, half-and-half and half-and-half. He sells ...
One Year (Sharon Olds Poems)
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
The Sleepout (Les Murray Poems)
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
Well, I Have Lost You (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say ...