Church Going (Philip Larkin Poem)
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Poems about weedy (22 Poems)
Colloquy (Weldon Kees Poem)
In the broken light, in owl weather, Webs on the lawn where the leaves end, I took the thin moon ...
Peace (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the ...
Flood (James Joyce Poem)
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen ...
Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love (Anthony Hecht Poem)
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Farewell (John Clare Poem)
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
The Art Of Drowning (Billy Collins Poem)
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
To a Waterfowl (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Dedication (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy ...
The Far Field (Theodore Roethke Poems)
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Clancy Of The Overflow (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him ...
The Man From Snowy River (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
Words (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
The Colossus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
The Thin People (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
Departure (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care; But out of this ...
Exiled (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of ...
The Singing-Woman From The Wood’s Edge (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
Lincoln (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, That which is gendered in the wilderness From lonely prairies and ...