Henry the Seventh (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
Poems about worked (50 Poems)
Snow White’s Acne (Denise Duhamel Poems)
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
Yes (Denise Duhamel Poem)
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
Dickeyville Grotto (Mark Doty Poem)
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
Favrile (Mark Doty Poem)
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Broadway (Mark Doty Poem)
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Urbs Coronata (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
(Song for the City College of New York) O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far-renowned; In wealth and ...
The Pig (Roald Dahl Poem)
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly (Emily Dickinson Poem)
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged -- a Summer Afternoon -- Repairing Everywhere -- Without ...
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had Fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
It seldom snowed – Part II (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
Beta Blogger Blues (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
Waiting For The Barbarians (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
Elegy In A Country Churchyard (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Bobber (Raymond Carver Poem)
On the Columbia River near Vantage, Washington, we fished for whitefish in the winter months; my dad, Swede- Mr. Lindgren-and ...
A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Mad Gardener’s Song (Lewis Carroll Poems)
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
A Strange Wild Song (Lewis Carroll Poem)
He thought he saw an Elephant That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
Agoraphobia (John Burnside Poem)
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta of Navarre (Erin Belieu Poem)
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
The Teacher’s Monologue (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
1991-II (Wendell Berry Poem)
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...