One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Poems about whippoorwills (15 Poems)
Geometry (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
A’ Old Played-Out Song (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's the curiousest thing in creation, Whenever I hear that old song, "Do They Miss Me at Home?" I'm so bothered, My life ...
Phantoms (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
This was her home; one mossy gable thrustAbove the cedars and the locust trees:This was her home, whose beauty now ...
Content (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
When I behold how some pursue Fame, that is care's embodiment, Or fortune, whose false face looks true,-- A humble home with sweet ...
Big John Henry (Margaret Walker Poems)
Big John HenryThis here's a tale of a sho-nuff manWhut lived one time in the delta lan'His hand was big ...
Washington (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
He played by the river when he was young.He raced with rabbits along the hills,He fished for minnows, and climbed ...
Night-Fliers (Padraic Colum Poems)
THE birds that soar break spaceLike heavy bodies hurled!Not so the birds of nightThey move as in a sphereOn which ...
To Annie (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
When the lids of dusk are falling O'er the dreamy eyes of day,And the whippoorwills are calling, And the lesson laid away,--May ...
An Ode To Antares (Alan Seeger Poems)
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Mark (Ernest McGaffey Poems)
"THE HEAVY mists have crept away, Heavily swims the sun, And dim in mystic cloudlands gray The stars ...
The Song of Yesterday (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I But yesterday I looked away O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay In golden blots, Inlaid with spots Of shade ...
An Ode to Antares (Alan Seeger Poems)
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Charles Webster (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a lens Under a ...
The Crane & The Fox, a Fable (Major Henry Livingston, Jr. Poems)
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...