Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Poems about singing (51 Poems)
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 ...
To Emily Dickinson (Hart Crane Poem)
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
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 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 Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
To Certain Critics (Countee Cullen Poem)
Then call me traitor if you must, Shout reason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this ...
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Picnic, Lightning (Billy Collins Poem)
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
I Ask You (Billy Collins Poem)
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
A Shropshire Lad (John Betjeman Poem)
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
The Children Dancing (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
Ploughing the land (Yosa Buson Poem)
Ploughing the land-- not even a bird singing in the mountain's shadow. (Yosa Buson)
Sparrow singing (Yosa Buson Poem)
Sparrow singing-- its tiny mouth open. (Yosa Buson)
Woods (Wendell Berry Poem)
I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent ...
For The Future (Wendell Berry Poem)
Planting trees early in spring, we make a place for birds to sing in time to come. How do we ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
Popularity (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
The Shower (Charles Bukowski Poem)
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
Bluebird (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
The Window (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...