Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Poems about stubble (31 Poems)
The Ungrateful Garden (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
Twilight: After Haying (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
End of Summer (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
God’s Prayers (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
If we could be in heaven in the courts of the master if we could sit quietly and turn to ...
Turning the Soil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
under the overcast sky, blue/gray the wet brown soil, not yet furrowed rows the corn stubble of last year a ...
Snow between the rows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Snow, a melting dusting layered, in the December sun mud, ruts, the stubble snow between the rows, the stalks the ...
Mephistopheles the Pediatrician (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
The Cow In Apple-Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think ...
Desert Places (Robert Frost Poem)
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost ...
After Apple-Picking (Robert Frost Poem)
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard — today (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun -- Its Toils to Brindled People thrust -- Its Triumphs ...
‘Twas just this time, last year, I died. (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
The Cook’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
And you love me (Stephen Crane Poem)
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Autumn Birds (John Clare Poem)
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
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 ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
17. Paraphrase of the First Psalm (Robert Burns Poems)
THE MAN, in life wherever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their ...
Elegy Before Death (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas ...
Psalm 83 (John Milton Poems)
Be not thou silent now at length O God hold not thy peace, Sit not thou still O God of ...
Comus (John Milton Poems)
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
The Hands of the Betrothed (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
Grey Evening (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
A Youth Mowing (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
There are four men mowing down by the Isar; I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four Sharp breaths ...
Last Words (Philip Levine Poems)
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...