The Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Poems about tick (29 Poems)
In Answer to a Request (Amy Lowell Poem)
You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and ...
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
“To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage” (Robert Lowell Poem)
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
In January (Ted Kooser Poem)
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication (Seamus Heaney Poem)
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
Signs of the Times (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Kairos time, not Chronos time; how hard a concept, so easily missing. We live in times with signs, like the ...
Adam Asked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Adam asked About Dad and what he did Saturday night. An interest In his family In a grandfather Gone since ...
The Egg and the Machine (Robert Frost Poem)
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
Joe Ramsbottom (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
Dunce Songs : 9 (Mark van Doren Poem)
Love me little, love me long, Then we neither can be wrong: You in giving, I in taking; There is ...
Landscape At The End Of The Century (Stephen Dunn Poem)
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
So Let Us Dare (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
Length of Moon (Arna Bontemps Poem)
Then the golden hour Will tick its last And the flame will go down in the flower. A briefer length ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Now! (Robert Browning Poem)
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come ...
Still (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
A Birthday Present (Sylvia Plath Poems)
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
Love Is A Parallax (Sylvia Plath Poems)
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Gigolo (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
The Defence of Guenevere (William Morris Poems)
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Petit, The Poet (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel-- Faint iambics that the ...
Rebecca Wasson (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
The Chinese Nightingale (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...