Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Poems about things (48 Poems)
Prelude (Richard Aldington Poem)
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Inferno Canto 01 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Inferno Canto02 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
There is a Gentle Thought (Dante Alighieri Poem)
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Rapids (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
Poetics (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come ...
Eyesight (A. R. Ammons Poem)
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
Identity (A. R. Ammons Poem)
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
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 ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
For John Clare (John Ashbery Poem)
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Lying in me (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
And We Shall Not Get Excited (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
And we shall not get excited. Because a translator May not get excited. Calmly, we shall pass on Words from ...
You Mustn’t Show Weakness (Yehuda Amichai Poems)
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
Before (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Before the gate has been closed, before the last quetion is posed, before I am transposed. Before the weeds fill ...
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 ...
Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
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 ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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 ...
Lines Written in Kensington Gardens (Matthew Arnold Poem)
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Self-Dependence (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...