How Beastly The Bourgeois Is (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
Poems about sucking (31 Poems)
Convalescence (Amy Lowell Poem)
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
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, ...
A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Losing Track (Denise Levertov Poem)
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
St. Francis And The Sow (Galway Kinnell Poem)
The bud stands for all things, even those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though ...
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 ...
adventure (Rg Gregory Poem)
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
(filtered) (Rg Gregory Poem)
a nearby field provides the plants sometimes with a wild profusion (organisation seems a long way off) it takes an ...
the adventures (from frederick and the enchantress – dance drama) (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
shocked (Rg Gregory Poem)
the cupboard was done up on the outside in the brightest of colours the house it was part of was ...
I Hardly Remember (Rafael Guillen Poem)
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
Searching For Pittsburgh (Jack Gilbert Poem)
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
I Hardly Remember (Robert Graves Poem)
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
Elegy For My Father (Annie Finch Poem)
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
Speaking with Power, Authority (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
The Disciples (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
The Disciples (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Hamlet Off-Stage: Neutrinos Explain Suck-Uppers (D. C. Berry Poem)
Neutrinos do zip but swap back and forth into each other, much like Rosypoop and Guildendoo do. For years it ...
The Everlasting Gospel (William Blake Poems)
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Prayer In Bad Weather (Charles Bukowski Poems)
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
Inland (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
People that build their houses inland, People that buy a plot of ground Shaped like a house, and build a ...
A Wanderer’s Song (John Masefield Poems)
A WIND'S in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and ...