Man in a Window (Ralph Angel Poem)
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
Poems about think (49 Poems)
Breaking and Entering (Ralph Angel Poem)
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
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 ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 02: Death: And A Derisive Chorus (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter (Conrad Aiken Poem)
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Morning Song Of Senlin (Conrad Aiken Poem)
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
In Snow (William Allingham Poem)
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
Adieu to Belshanny (William Allingham Poem)
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown (Delmira Agustini Poem)
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Prelude (Richard Aldington Poem)
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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 ...
When Winchester races (Jane Austen Poem)
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
I’ve a Pain in my Head (Jane Austen Poems)
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take ...
Called Into Play (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
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 ...