Memory (Johan Andreas Der Mouw Poems)
As swift the horseman o'er Lake Constance flewHis steed, snow- scattering. The twilight came.His shadow, dark- blue giant, slowly greyed,E'en ...
Poems about tiredness (15 Poems)
Thoughts of New England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
The Words (Lee Harwood Poems)
Clouds scattered across the sky &nbs p;all so far awayand then the space between this strange 'distance'What does 'normal' mean, after all? &nb ...
Down Around The River (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Noon-time and June-time, down around the river! Have to furse with 'Lizey Ann--but lawzy! I fergive her! Drives me off the place, ...
The Bad Old Days (Kenneth Rexroth Poems)
The summer of nineteen eighteenI read The Jungle and TheResearch Magnificent. That fallMy father died and my auntTook me to ...
The House (Marin Sorescu Poems)
I want to build myself a houseAs far away as possibleFrom all the thingsI know.As far away as possible from ...
She (Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems)
I know her, her bitter silence,Her tiredness of her words and cries,Lives in the secret changing brightnessOf widened pupils of ...
Brimscombe (Ivor Gurney Poems)
One lucky hour in middle of my tirednessI came under the pines of the sheer steepAnd saw the stars like ...
Half dead (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Half dead with sheer tiredness, wakened quick at night .With dysentry pangs, going blind among sleepersAnd dazed into half-dark, illness ...
Man And Bat (D H Lawrence Poems)
WHEN I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock . . .My room, a crash-box over that great stone ...
Second Boyhood (Folger McKinsey Poems)
He had a willow whistle and a fish hook that had beenMade with a youngster's witchery by the bending of ...
The Thirst of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In his tiredness seeking a drink sitting at the well when she came to him seeking to fill her jars ...
The Rain (Robert Creeley Poem)
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself ...
Unfortunate (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
Parlez-Vous Francais? (Delmore Schwartz Poems)
Caesar, the amplifier voice, announces Crime and reparation. In the barber shop Recumbent men attend, while absently The barber doffs ...