My Kingdom (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Poems about way (49 Poems)
Inferno Canto 01 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Inferno Canto02 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad (Jane Austen Poems)
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Small Song (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away (A. R. Ammons)
Rapids (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
Hymn (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
Poetics (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come ...
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
The City Limits (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
Crowride (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing ...
Eyesight (A. R. Ammons Poem)
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
Into the Dusk-Charged Air (John Ashbery Poem)
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Just Walking Around (John Ashbery Poem)
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
For John Clare (John Ashbery Poem)
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
March Elegy (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Temporary Poem Of My Time (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
You Mustn’t Show Weakness (Yehuda Amichai Poems)
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Progress (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Self-Dependence (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...