The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about russia (21 Poems)
Illustrious Ancestors (Denise Levertov Poem)
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
The Tragedy (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
A Woman Unconscious (Ted Hughes Poem)
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
Homework (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Ode (Philip Freneau Poem)
GOD save the Rights of Man! Give us a heart to scan Blessings so dear: Let them be spread around ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Liberty Enlightening the World (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
On the Field of Kulicovo (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
He, who was born (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
He, who was born in stagnant year Does not remember own way. We, kids of Russia's years of fear, Remember ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Compass Rose (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
I'd buy you a Babushka doll, my heart, and brush your ash-blonde hair until it gleams, were Russia and our ...
Getting There (Sylvia Plath Poems)
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
The Swarm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
The New World (Philip Levine Poems)
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...