The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Poems about steadily (31 Poems)
An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The Métier of Blossoming (Denise Levertov Poem)
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
The Building of the Ship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
TO THE DRIVING CLOUD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
The Way Through the Woods. (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you ...
Casualty (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Leipzig (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
Lovesong (Ted Hughes Poem)
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
Elegy (Carolyn Forche Poem)
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
1. Faith (Mark Doty Poem)
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
Air And Angels (John Donne Poem)
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name, So in a voice, so in ...
I read my sentence — steadily (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I read my sentence -- steadily -- Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In ...
Inconceivably solemn! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce -- by the very Press Of Imagery -- Their far Parades -- order on ...
Power (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Power (Aleister Crowley Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
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 ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix (Robert Browning Poem)
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
The Armadillo (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Turns And Movies: Zudora (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up high black walls, up sombre terraces (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
Easter Morning (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
To A Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...