Earth Voices (Bliss Carman Poem)
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
Poems about track (51 Poems)
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Blackbird Of Derrycairn (Austin Clarke Poem)
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
Blue Bridge (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating (Amy Clampitt Poem)
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The Quest (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
The Quest (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Tower Of Song (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Heritage (Countee Cullen Poem)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VI ( Dyscomfyture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
Evening (John Clare Poem)
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
Badger (John Clare Poem)
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
I. Written at Tinemouth, Northumberland, after a Tempestuous Voyage (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
Seaside Golf (John Betjeman Poem)
How straight it flew, how long it flew, It clear'd the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the ...
The Surprise (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
Says Mister Doojabs (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my ...
The Surprise (William Barnes Poem)
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
The Death of Grandfather (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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 ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...