Snow (David Berman Poem)
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in ...
Poems about today (50 Poems)
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
One Day (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
The Vanity of All Worldly Things (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
The Beautiful Poem (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my ...
I would to heaven that I were so much clay (Lord Byron Poem)
I would to heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling - Because ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
Dream Song 106: 28 July (John Berryman Poem)
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Browning Decides To Be A Poet (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
The Venal Muse (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
The Bad Monk (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
The Lost Mistress (Robert Browning Poem)
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Cape Breton (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Five Flights Up (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Questions of Travel (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
shatter (W. Jude Aher Poem)
nowhere left to go standing, at the crossroads just a man. searching the sand for his fingerprints, lost so long ...
Opening the Geode (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Pictures of Home (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
Snapshot of a Lump (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
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 ...
This (Ralph Angel Poem)
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...