Bums On Waking (James Dickey Poems)
Bums, on waking,Do not always find themselvesIn gutters with water running over their legsAnd the pillow of the curbstoneTurning hard ...
Poems about stained-glass (11 Poems)
From The Life Of Mary (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
1.Mary's parents metby the golden Jerusalem gate:Joachim, the droves of cattle behind him,and a radiant Anne,their shadows moved as if ...
A Legend Of Cologne (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
First Communions (Arthur Rimbaud Poems)
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
45 Mercy Street (Anne Sexton Poems)
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
A House Of The Eighties (Edmund Wilson Poems)
NO more in dreams as once it draws me there,All fungus-grown and sunken in damp ground-No more as once when ...
A Worshipper (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Against the oaken pew he leant, A child of summers three or four,And smiled to see each stained-glass saint Cast ...
Soledad (Robert Hayden Poem)
(And I, I am no longer of that world) Naked, he lies in the blinded room chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, ...
Stained Brass, Shimmering Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The not quite polished brass your cross, shimmering above the altar reflecting the light onto the congregation mottled, shards of ...
Christmas (John Betjeman Poem)
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
45 Mercy Street (Anne Sexton Poems)
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...