Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Poems about whorl (15 Poems)
Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
Eyes In The Air (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
Our guns are a league behind us, our target a mile below,And there's never a cloud to blind us from ...
Childhood Ideogram (Larry Levis Poems)
I lay my head sideways on the desk,My fingers interlocked under my cheekbones,My eyes closed. It was a three-room schoolhouse,White, ...
It Cannot Be (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
It cannot beRose, violet, lily,Their crushed life should retain,Flowers that recall thy sweetness be ensouled,And thou distil to nothing, thou ...
Infanta (Ioanna Carlsen Poems)
For a moment it flashedthrough me, I thought Iremembered being someone before now,the her who was mehurt, felt,embedded like a ...
In Dark Weather (Mary Webb Poems)
Against the gaunt, brown-purple hillThe bright brown oak is wide and bare;A pale-brown flock is feeding there--Contented, still.No bracken lights ...
Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
Fish (D H Lawrence Poems)
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
St. Luke (D H Lawrence Poems)
A WALL, a bastion,A living forehead with its slow whorl of hairAnd a bull's large, sombre, glancing eyeAnd glistening, adhesive ...
Haunted (The Ghost Speaks) (Donald Marquis Poems)
A GHOST is the freak of a sick man's brain? Then why do ye start and shiver so? That's the ...
Quatrains (Frank Dempster Sherman Poems)
"A QUATRAINHARK at the lips of this pink whorl of shell And you shall hear the ocean's surge and ...
The Last Chrysanthemum (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Crazy Jane Reproved (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but ...