Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Poems about stops (51 Poems)
Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
In Romney Marsh (John Davidson Poem)
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
When the Astronomer stops seeking (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad's Face -- When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race When ...
There comes an hour when begging stops, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There comes an hour when begging stops, When the long interceding lips Perceive their prayer is vain. "Thou shalt not" ...
‘Twas the old — road — through pain (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain -- That unfrequented -- one -- With many a turn -- and ...
The Guest is gold and crimson (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Guest is gold and crimson -- An Opal guest and gray -- Of Ermine is his doublet -- His ...
“Hope” is the thing with feathers (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
Trojans (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we ...
A Catalpa Tree On West Twelfth Street (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
Your Dog Dies (Raymond Carver Poem)
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you ...
Limbo (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Early Nightingale (John Clare Poem)
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
What Forgotten Realm? (Alain Bosquet Poem)
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
Snowbanks North of the House (Robert Bly Poem)
Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house ... Thoughts that go so far. The ...
LET EZRA POUND SPEAK (Luis Benitez Poem)
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
The Licorice Fields at Pontefract (John Betjeman Poem)
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
The Ballade Of The Automobile (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Mating Saliva (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A girl in a green mini- skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street. A businessman stops, turns to stare ...
Because My Faltering Feet (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of Hell Give me the Word ...
Cristina (Robert Browning Poem)
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...