Clear, with Light, Variable Winds (Amy Lowell Poem)
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
Poems about splashed (29 Poems)
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Pau-Puk-Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
The Round (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
Eddi’s Service (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid In his chapel at Manhood End, Ordered a midnight service For such as cared to ...
The Bridge of Lodi. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi" Brought ...
speedboats (Rg Gregory Poem)
when one summer everything opened out and nobody close by was quick enough with needle and gut to stitch the ...
daft icarus (Rg Gregory Poem)
it began as a secret desire (an itch in the marrow too vague to get through to the bone) an ...
First Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Thoughts of walking in a winter wonderland with her. She wrote, "I like snow when it is falling. All clean ...
Sky Mountains (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
Ape And Coffee (Russell Edson Poem)
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
Still hear the waves (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
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 ...
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 ...
Portrait of a Boy (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
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, ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
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 ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
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 ...
So I Said I Am Ezra (A. R. Ammons Poem)
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
The Story of Mongrel Grey (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
As we are so wonderfully done with each other We can walk into our separate sleep on floors of music ...
Opposites (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child Walked out into the street And splashed in all the pubbles till She had such shocking feet The ...