Burned Forest (Nichita Stanescu Poems)
Black snow was falling. The tree lineshone when I turned to see -I had wondered long and silent,alone, trailing memory ...
Poems about toga (16 Poems)
The Demon In Me (Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva Poems)
The demon in me's not dead,He's living, and well.In the body as in a hold,In the self as in a ...
A Romance In Real (Academic) Life (E W Bowling Poems)
By the waters of Cam, as the shades were descending, A Fellow sat moaning his desolate lot; From his ...
‘The Owl Abash’d’or The Present Estate of Oxford (Arthur Graeme West Poems)
Meanwhile the Toga (Tully's phrase forgot)Makes way for arms; the muses hover notAs they were wont o'er Oxford's day and ...
Lars Andersonicus (Alexander Anderson Poems)
The great Lars Andersonicus, Who dwelleth in the South,Who hath the front of Grecian Jove And the heavy bearded mouth,He ...
The Nude Swim (Anne Sexton Poems)
On the southwest side of Capriwe found a little unknown grottowhere no people were and weentered it completelyand let our ...
To Chloe (Eugene Field Poems)
Chloe, you shun me like a hind That, seeking vainly for her mother,Hears danger in each breath of wind, And ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
The Demon In Me (Marina Tsvetaeva Poems)
The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self ...
The Nude Swim (Anne Sexton Poems)
On the southwest side of Capri we found a little unknown grotto where no people were and we entered it ...
In Maximum (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed; But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede: When quite contented ...
In Modern Dress (Craig Raine Poems)
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
Edge (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever (Les Murray Poems)
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
Shower (Les Murray Poems)
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...