The Flower Of Flame (Robert Nichols Poems)
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
Poems about whorled (13 Poems)
The Swimmers (George Sterling Poems)
We were eight fishers of the western sea,Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,Where harsh with pines the herdless ...
Hero (Paul Engle Poems)
II have heard the horn of Roland goldly screamingIn the petty Pyrenees of the inner earAnd seen the frightful Saracens ...
On Seeing the Wind at Hope Mansell (Geoffrey Hill Poems)
Whether or not shadows are of the substancesuch is the expectation I canwait to surprise my vision as a windenters ...
Common Things (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The dearness of common things —Beech wood, tea, plate-shelves,And the whole family of crockery —Wood-axes, blades, helves.Ivory milk, earth's coffee,The ...
Wonder (August Stramm Poems)
U Stands! U stands!And IAnd II wingSpaceless timeless lost my wayU stands! U stands!AndRaging bearishly shrieks myselfIBears my very self!U!U!U ...
He-Goat (D H Lawrence Poems)
SEE his black nose snubbed back, pressed over like a whale's blow-holes,As if his nostrils were going to curve ...
Scirocco (Francis Brett Young Poems)
Out of that high pavilionWhere the sick, wind-harassed sunIn the whiteness of the dayGhostly shone and stole away--Parched with the ...
The Habit Of Perfection (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
Le Manteau De Pascal (Jorie Graham Poem)
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Lorelei (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...