Bredon Hill (A. E. Housman Poem)
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far ...
Poems about strewn (31 Poems)
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The Peasant’s Confession (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
the arrival of spring (cathe waller) (Rg Gregory Poem)
on the last day of winter i went to bed harsh winds rainstorms beating my head houses trees with a ...
crematorium-return (Rg Gregory Poem)
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
Laughter and Tears IX (Khalil Gibran Poem)
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
A Poet’s Death is His Life IV (Khalil Gibran Poems)
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
Broken Shards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Broken shards jagged piece of our pottery strewn to the winds like the dry bones in the valley devoid of ...
A Hemlock Bouquet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Destruction of the wind storm, strewn over his driveway, his yard, into the neighbor's yard too but oh so beautiful ...
Cards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
Winfreda (Eugene Field Poem)
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
This Morning (Raymond Carver Poem)
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Yet Do I Marvel (Countee Cullen Poem)
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
The Consolation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
My Delight and Thy Delight (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night: My desire and thy ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The Song of Callicles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Song of Callicles, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Apollo Musagetes (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Rugby Chapel (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...