SYMBOLS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
PALM Sunday at the Vatican They celebrate with palms; With reverence bows each holy man, And chaunts the ancient psalms. ...
Poems about willow (31 Poems)
Summer (Louise Gluck Poem)
Remember the days of our first happiness, how strong we were, how dazed by passion, lying all day, then all ...
In Words of Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The changing of the leaves the season of autumn oranges and reds and pure simple yellows But words of color ...
Blond Hair Shimmering (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The blond hair shimmering in the morning sunlight the sun hidden, not visible behind the house across the street Only ...
Willow Whips – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I guess it was a boy thing. Eight years old and never never had she experienced, never created, willow whips ...
Scraps of Memories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
Willow Whips (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Snap of the willow whip chosen, just the right mix of thick branch, slender tip leave a few leaves at ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Aspatia’s Song (John Fletcher Poems)
LAY a garland on my herse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say, I died true. My love ...
The Garden Shukkei-en (Carolyn Forche Poem)
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Threnody (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Shirley of Serendipity (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
THE TAVERN (Willa Cather Poem)
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
Song of the Worm (Eliza Cook Poem)
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
Adelgitha (Thomas Campbell Poem)
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded, And sad pale Adelgitha came, When forth a valiant champion bounded, And slew the slanderer ...
Dependence (William Cowper Poem)
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
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 ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
The Self and the Mulberry (Marvin Bell Poem)
I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet ...
The willow leaves fallen (Yosa Buson Poem)
The willow leaves fallen, the spring gone dry, rocks here and there. (Yosa Buson)
By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept (Lord Byron Poem)
We sat down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day When our foe, in the ...
Dream Song 66: ‘All virtues enter into this world:’) (John Berryman Poems)
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
Willow (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
Memory Of Sun (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...