So Many Blood-Lakes (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were slipped in. We have levelled the powers ...
Poems about rubble (27 Poems)
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days (Ted Hughes Poem)
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
bone-fable (Rg Gregory Poem)
one morning the bone was there set in the centre of waste ground against the early morning sun the frost ...
Crossing Nation (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
Out of this Rubble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cries of the children, of the mothers, fathers all who have lost so much this nation, lying in ruin ...
Rachel Crying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All the children, the mothers we can hear Rachel crying weeping in that land for her children are no more ...
What Now (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The picture on the bulletin the devastation caught in miniature a handful of people standing before a bit of rubble ...
Friendly Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In war, actions can have unintended unwanted consequences, self-inflicted wounds, friendly fire, not just on the battlefield. How much more ...
All The Things You Are Not Yet (Helen Dunmore Poem)
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
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 ...
Letter to an Archaeologist (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Journey Into The Interior (Theodore Roethke Poems)
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
The Far Field (Theodore Roethke Poems)
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Weary Will (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the ...
Two Views Of A Cadaver Room (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
The Frog (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...
Child of Europe (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Never To Dream Of Spiders (Audre Lorde Poems)
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an ...
November 6 (David Lehman Poems)
Remember when Khrushchev said "We will bury you!" on the cover of Time I thought he was employing a metaphor ...
Nyctivoe (extract) (Dimitris Lyacos Poems)
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
Grey Evening (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
Another Song (Philip Levine Poems)
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
The Water’s Chant (Philip Levine Poems)
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...