The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Poems about seals (31 Poems)
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Music (Amy Lowell Poem)
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
American Beauty (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
Denials (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
A roar of cars seals the dawn with short-cut answers, with unyielding denials that are repeated explicitly every sunset. (Dimitris ...
You Must n’t Swim… (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
You must n't swim till you're six weeks old, Or your head will be sunk by your heels; And summer ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Divinely Superfluous Beauty (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the ...
All Fail (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Over and over these are stories of comfort comfort in the telling, the retelling over and over that we all ...
Aquarium Ambassadors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before we went in, before the start of the show The harbor seals made me laugh that innocent, genuine laugh ...
Shoals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A trip to the Isles of Shoals September, after the hurricanes warm tropical water sea foam bright, southern a different ...
Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away (John Fletcher Poem)
Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that ...
In Praise Of Writing Letters (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
Celestial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Elegy VII (John Donne Poem)
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
Preamble (A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica) (Jean Cocteau Poem)
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
The Unpardonable Sin (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun ...
Calligraphy of geese (Yosa Buson Poem)
Calligraphy of geese against the sky-- the moon seals it. (Yosa Buson)
Last Hill In A Vista (Louise Bogan Poem)
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Farewell To The Muse (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
467. Inscription to Miss Graham of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Gravelly Run (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Marriage (Marianne Moore Poems)
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...