Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Poems about sensation (31 Poems)
The Ships that Won’t Go Down (Henry Lawson Poems)
We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on ...
The Living Temple (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
A Familiar Letter (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
AFRICAN WRITINGS (Godfrey Mutiso Gorry Poem)
If you meet literature from Africa Or even their mentors In such works You realize a trait of madness Pumping ...
Le Manteau De Pascal (Jorie Graham Poem)
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia (Jorie Graham Poem)
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
To Touch – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than the others senses of our bodies more than sight, taste more than our hearing, our sense of smell ...
The Granary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
The Devil In Hell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
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. ...
When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
Return (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me -- when the memory of the body awakens, and ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating (Amy Clampitt Poem)
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
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 ...
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Fishing On The Susquehanna In July (Billy Collins Poem)
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
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 ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In The Waiting Room (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Chiarascuro: Rose (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
The Miraculous Escape of Robert Allan, the Fireman (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1858, and on October the fourteenth day, That a fire broke out in a warehouse, ...
March 1 (David Lehman Poems)
I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, ...