The Precinct. Rochester (Amy Lowell Poem)
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
Poems about tendrils (31 Poems)
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
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, ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
My Strawberry (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red ...
The Broken Balance (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
Alone (James Joyce Poem)
The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly ...
A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS (Robert Herrick Poem)
You are a Tulip seen to-day, But, Dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew, scarce man can ...
The Vine (Robert Herrick Poem)
I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which, crawling one and every way, Enthralled my ...
convolvulus-age (Rg Gregory Poem)
up the ladder and round the bend age spirals like a convolvulus its bells break into the light catching breath ...
Pulling Up Lily Pads (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So rich the stew the memory coming back to me the paddle blade cut into the water pulling up lily ...
A Seam in the Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking upward, memories looking down, below my feet outward, beyond my vision a seam in the cold December sky cut, ...
Hydroponic (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living fibers hairs and legs tendrils, radiating outward downward to the depths like albino house centipedes bursting for attention in ...
Recent Visitors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
One of the amazing things in writing the poems, the posts for this blog, the numbers of lives touched people ...
Adopted (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was a man with secrets hidden slices of his life long pushed down below the surface covered with pithy ...
The Barn from the Bedroom Window (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Bar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reexamination of law Forgotten, Pulling tendrils of memory to the front to be ready to answer the test New law ...
Celestial Squid (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Off in the distance Rising heavenward before me as I draw toward home, late this September afternoon White lines in ...
Bacchus (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Days of the slow roll (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
A Crystalline Awakening (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
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 ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
A Dead Rose (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
Paradise Lost: Book 04 (John Milton Poems)
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Louise Smith (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Herbert broke our engagement of eight years When Annabelle returned to the village From the Seminary, ah me! If I ...