Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Poems about spruce (29 Poems)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, (Henry Lawson Poem)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a ...
Fergus Falling (Galway Kinnell Poem)
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
The Snakes of September (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
In a Garden (Elizabeth Jennings Poem)
When the gardener has gone this garden Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. It is so spruce, a metaphor ...
On A Cape May Warbler Who Flew Against My Window (Eamon Grennan Poem)
She's stopped in her southern tracks Brought haply to this hard knock When she shoots from the tall spruce And ...
Penelope’s Song (Louise Gluck Poems)
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
Their Skeletons Discarded (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Round the giant spruce trees, at the back of the yard amber casings shining in the morning sun their skeletons ...
Smells of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
The Gum-Gatherer (Robert Frost Poem)
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
Two Look at Two (Robert Frost Poem)
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
The Ships of Saint John (Bliss Carman Poem)
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
February (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Dream Song 93: General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General (John Berryman Poem)
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious ...
Cape Breton (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
North Haven (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
Crowride (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing ...
This Is A Photograph Of Me (Margaret Atwood Poem)
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
Ben Jonson Entertains a Man from Stratford (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
The Belltower (Diane di Prima Poems)
the weighing is done in autumn and the sifting what is to be threshed is threshed in autumn what is ...
Learning the Trees (Howard Nemerov Poems)
Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That's done indoors, Out of ...
The Bull Moose (Alden Nowlan Poems)
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
From ‘Arcades’ (John Milton Poems)
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Winter in the Country (Claude McKay Poems)
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair ...
Comus (John Milton Poems)
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...