Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Poems about tips (31 Poems)
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 ...
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. ...
Before the Altar (Amy Lowell Poem)
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
Twilight: After Haying (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
The King (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ (John Keats Poems)
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
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 ...
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 ...
Moth Collectors (Chris Jones Poem)
When our moggy brings in moths, she squeaks through the kitchen, tips between her teeth, and scoots upstairs to scuff ...
For an Earth-Landing (Erica Jong Poem)
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
daughter (Suheir Hammad Poem)
leaves and leaving call october home her daughter releases wood smoke from her skin rich in scorpio blood survived the ...
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
By Their Works (Bob Hicok Poem)
Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, standing ...
Sudden Fine Weather (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
The Gateway (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
Now the heart sings with all its thousand voices To hear this city of cells, my body, sing. The tree ...
The Harvest Bow (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
transformations (Rg Gregory Poem)
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
The Vine (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living in the vine, connected, to its strength to the love, life-giving succor sustenance of the vine feeding the branches, ...
Asparagus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
The Window (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, Because they told me to -- But stopped, when qualified to guess How ...
When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
The Best Cigarette (Billy Collins Poem)
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
Risus Dei (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
79. Adam Armour’s Prayer (Robert Burns Poems)
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
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 ...
28. Poor Mailie’s Elegy (Robert Burns Poems)
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
Then (Philip Levine Poems)
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...