Large Bad Picture (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Poems about side (51 Poems)
The End Of March (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
View Of The Capitol From The Library Of Congress (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Five Flights Up (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Letter To N.Y. (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
The Weed (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Agatha (Alfred Austin Poem)
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
Snapshot of a Lump (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait Of One Dead (Conrad Aiken Poem)
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
The Little Dell (William Allingham Poem)
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Adieu to Belshanny (William Allingham Poem)
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A Singer (William Allingham Poem)
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy who died Dec:r 16 — my Birthday. (Jane Austen Poem)
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet (Jane Austen Poem)
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
Easter Morning (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
What Kind Of A Person (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
Tourists (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
West London (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Rugby Chapel (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Youth and Calm (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
A Wish (Matthew Arnold Poem)
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Backdropp Addresses Cowboy (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
The Rock Cries Out to Us Today (Maya Angelou Poem)
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...