An English Poet. (Frank Sidgwick Poems)
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
Poems about yeats (21 Poems)
Ann Arbor Variations (Frank O Hara Poems)
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
Winter Mask (Allen Tate Poems)
To the memory of W. B. YeatsITowards nightfall when the windTries the eaves and casements(A winter wind of the mindLong ...
Easter Week (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett) ("Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.") William Butler Yeats. ...
from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
For Siggy & Bill (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
Variations of an Air (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
Dear Reader (Billy Collins Poem)
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
At Wilfred Owen’s Grave (Michael Burch Poems)
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
Dream Song 88: Op. posth. no. 11 (John Berryman Poem)
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
Under Saturn (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have ...
To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I, the poet William Yeats, With old mill boards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored ...
Under Ben Bulben (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
TO THE SOUND OF VIOLINS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
ON FIRST READING JOHN GOODBY’S ‘IRISH POETRY SINCE 1950’ (Barry Tebb Poems)
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
AN EVENING WITH JOHN HEATH-STUBBS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
JAMES SIMMONS R.I.P. (Barry Tebb Poems)
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
The Big Heart (Anne Sexton Poems)
"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats ...
Yeats Died Saturday In France (Delmore Schwartz Poems)
Yeats died Saturday in France. Freedom from his animal Has come at last in alien Nice, His heart beat separate ...
Toilet Seats (Robert William Service Poems)
While I am emulating Keats My brother fabrics toilet seats, The which, they say, are works of art, Aesthetic features ...
S. I. W. (Wilfred Owen Poems)
"I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth ...