Climbing To Rest (Lucy Larcom Poems)
STILL must I climb, if I would rest:The bird soars upward to his nest;The young leaf on the treetop highCradles ...
Poems about treetop (15 Poems)
Finch & Frog (Wilhelm Busch Poems)
The finch trills in the apple treeHis: Tiriliree!A frog climbs slowly up to him,Up to the treetop's leafy rimAnd puffs ...
Daybreak (Gwen Harwood Poems)
The snails brush silver. Critic crowpoints his unpleasant beak, and lances.Resumes his treetop, darts belowhis acid-bright, corrosive glances.In the hushed ...
May Dew (Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin Poems)
May dew and hazeI catch in taut canvases.Stuffed in a costrel tight,I'll take them home come light.Blissful constellations blazethe Zodiac ...
Summer Nights (Maironis Poems)
Peaceful charm of summer nights,Not a leaf in treetop stirs.All is tranquil, all is quiet -Peace that only stars disturb.All ...
In the summer mountains (Ki no Tsurayuki Poems)
In the summer mountainsFrom the treetop heightsCuckoos'Calls fill the skyAs does my love. (Ki no Tsurayuki)
Among The Redwoods (Edward Rowland Sill Poems)
FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate ...
The Haunts Of Poesy (Annie Adams Fields Poems)
IF Poesy thou dost love, and seek to guessThe shadowy coverts where her footsteps roam,Easy they seem and common; yet ...
Kookaburra (Douglas Alexander Stewart Poems)
I see we have undervalued the kookaburra;they think they are waking the world, and I think so too.They gobble the ...
To Sappho, About Her Apple (Aline Murray Kilmer Poems)
THE highest apple swinging in the treetopFell in my two hands, eagerly uplifted.For though I knew its height was half ...
the plane and the blackbird (Rg Gregory Poem)
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
Morning Rain (Tu Fu Poem)
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
Evening Waterfall (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT was the name you called me?- And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caw on ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Baseball and Writing (Marianne Moore Poems)
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...