Tortoise Shell (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
Poems about twenty-five (29 Poems)
Reasons For Attendance (Philip Larkin Poem)
The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative, Draws me a moment to the lighted glass To watch the dancers - all ...
The Fight at Eureka Stockade (Henry Lawson Poem)
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
The Withdrawal (Robert Lowell Poem)
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
That Distance Apart (Jackie Kay Poem)
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
Rimini (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire Enlarged From "Puck of Pook's Hill" When I left Rome ...
A Spring Piece Left In The Middle (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
Seven Items (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There were seven items on the shopping list, two more than she had told me to buy Seven items, a ...
June Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dawn on the lake The world is still. Water like a mirror. Land and water blur. Bold bright colors in ...
Survivor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She calls herself A survivor But she doesn't understand That surviving Isn't living. In the mirror She sees her mother's ...
White Knuckles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
What Forgotten Realm? (Alain Bosquet Poem)
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los (William Blake Poems)
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los (from (William Blake Poems)
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
The Applicant (Sylvia Plath Poems)
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
Reconstruction (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money ...
Will Consider Situation (Ogden Nash Poems)
There here are words of radical advice for a young man looking for a job; Young man, be a snob. ...
Frank Drummer (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Out of a cell into this darkened space -- The end at twenty-five! My tongue could not speak what stirred ...
John Horace Burleson (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
The Left Bank (David Lehman Poems)
Don't walk away, Renee, I'm just getting warmed up your body is like a river and I'm going to swim ...
DARKIES (John Lindley Poems)
"I'd rather make $700 a week playing a maid than earn $7 a day being a maid". Hattie McDaniel. I'm ...
The Steeple-Jack (Marianne Moore Poems)
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
I Sing The Body Electric (Philip Levine Poems)
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...