June (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The June house wasn't a house at all, But a level and leafy place, Where a gypsy scamp had pitched his camp-- A ...
Poems about starched (21 Poems)
Untitled #3 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
every springas the hawthorns blossomalong the rivermy grandfathersmiling hands mea flute he has just carvedfrom willow woodhe's been dead a ...
Reseda (Paul Colinet Poems)
Step-ladder, tiny pyramid for miserly hunchbacks, near-sighted reckoner, the reseda, gathered in its cunninglittle cabin, breaks up, clears itself of ...
To Mally (John Hartley Poems)
Its long sin th' parson made us one, An yet it seems to me,As we've gooan thrustin, toilin on, Time's made noa ...
Bricks (Isobel Stone Poems)
Bricks like geraniums in a blue pot,And men like animated bricksPile them one upon the other(Automatons pulled by unseen hands)The ...
Untitled #16 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
my grandmother's monogramon the old-fashioned linen tableclothhemmed with a crocheted borderbleached and starched - like ice,my grandmother used to say, ...
Speculum Tuscanismi (Gabriel Harvey Poems)
Since Galatea came in, and Tuscanism gan usurp,Vanity above all: villainy next her, stateliness EmpressNo man but minion, stout, lout, ...
We As Women (Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman Poems)
There's a cry in the air about us-We hear it, before, behind-Of the way in which "We, as women," Are ...
Victory (Henry Lawson Poem)
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Ballad of the Moon (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The ...
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Describing Its Texture (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
Eyes Marvel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
at the wonder of creation of the fingers of her hand of the laugh in her smile bubbles in the ...
Our Big Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All starched and primped we were quite a sight, marching into the courthouse hand in hand, we walked waiting to ...
Waiting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
Wool Coat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The heat wrapped me hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest like a wet wool coat thrown on the hot ...
New Territory (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
Domestic Work, 1937 (Natasha Trethewey Poems)
All week she's cleaned someone else's house, stared down her own face in the shine of copper-- bottomed pots, polished ...
Novel (Arthur Rimbaud Poems)
I. No one's serious at seventeen. --On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade And loud, blinding cafés are the last ...
Paralytic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...