The house where I was born (01) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
Poems about smell (51 Poems)
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man (John Betjeman Poem)
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
Guilt (John Betjeman Poem)
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
Rondeau at the Train Stop (Erin Belieu Poem)
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the ...
I bended unto me a Bough (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort ...
A Little Budding Rose (Emily Bronte Poem)
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
The Song of the Beasts (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
Libido (Rupert Brooke Poem)
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
Second Best (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
Dead Men’s Love (Rupert Brooke Poems)
There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not ...
The Beginning (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends And seek you again through the world's far ends, You whom ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Hilaire Belloc – The South Country (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
The South Country (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:â?”Lord of matter, thus (John Berryman Poem)
Muttered Henry:â?"Lord of matter, thus: upon some more unquiet spirit knock, my madnesses have cease. All the quarter astonishes a ...
Dream Song 36: The high ones die, die. They die (John Berryman Poem)
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? â?"Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on ...
The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Shinto (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
Heretic’s Tragedy, The (Robert Browning Poems)
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
A Pretty Woman (Robert Browning Poem)
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
Strayed Crab (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...