The Child Of The Islands – Spring (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
Poems about sills (21 Poems)
The Kalevala – Rune XI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
LEMMINKAINEN'S LAMENT.This the time to sing of Ahti,Son of Lempo, Kaukomieli,Also known as Lemminkainen.Ahti was the king of islands,Grew amid ...
A Song for the Night (Daniel Henry Deniehy Poems)
O the Night, the Night, the solemn Night, When Earth is bound with her silent zone, And the spangled ...
Spring Song (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
Spring is not gone—not yet! not yet!Across Gundary Plain the shadows flight,And where Monaro gleams, a snowdrift glistens white;Against her ...
The Rider (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
I draw a-near you in your sleeping city,Who, in mine ancient freedom,Knew neither loss nor scant;Who hunted even as he ...
The Westerner (Badger Clark Jr Poems)
My fathers sleep on the sunrise plains,And each one sleeps alone.Their trails may dim to the grass and rains,For I ...
Obituary (Allen Tate Poems)
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
I Like to See a Thunderstorm (Elizabeth Coatsworth Poems)
I like to see a thunder storm,A dunder storm,A blunder storm,I like to see it, black and slow,Come stumbling down ...
The End Of The Library (Weldon Kees Poem)
When the coal Gave out, we began Burning the books, one by one; First the set Of Bulwer-Lytton And then ...
1926 (Weldon Kees Poem)
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
The Deacon’s Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful “One-Hoss Shay”: A Logical Story (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
The Watch (Michael Burch Poem)
Moonlight spills down vacant sills, illuminates an empty bed. Dreams lie in crates. One hand creates wan silver circles, left ...
Redolence (Michael Burch Poem)
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium (James Wright Poems)
Dark cypresses-- The world is uneasily happy; It will all be forgotten. --Theodore Storm Mother of roots, you have not ...
THE ROAD TO HAWORTH MOOR (Barry Tebb Poems)
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
Lullaby (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the ...
Five Bells (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind (Carl Sandburg Poems)
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
Late Light (Philip Levine Poems)
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...