When the Astronomer stops seeking (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad's Face -- When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race When ...
Poems about seeking (51 Poems)
Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered Every time -- for Two -- So that the Sum be never ...
Let down the Bars, Oh Death — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is ...
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- The Flower -- distinct and Red -- I, passing, thought another Noon ...
For every Bird a Nest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Desires that you can only tame to know (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
None is spared your handsome smile (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
Nothing ever is the same (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Gnashing teeth, a grinding meet of molars crashing cuspid on cuspid and the fracture of a piece, of pressure not ...
Touched my family (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Drug Trial (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
By the Aurelian Wall (Bliss Carman Poem)
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
The Ever-Patient Woman (Andree Chedid Poem)
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
Trojans (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we ...
The Quest (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Quest (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Frost At Midnight (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Hen’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
THE HUDSON (Luis Benitez Poem)
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...