The Ball Poem (John Berryman Poem)
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
Poems about young (51 Poems)
The Curse (John Berryman Poem)
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along (Robert Browning Poem)
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
Evelyn Hope (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
A Toccata Of Galuppi’s (Robert Browning Poems)
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
491. Song-Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
377. Song-The Country Lass (Robert Burns Poem)
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the ...
259. A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock (Robert Burns Poem)
O SING a new song to the Lord, Make, all and every one, A joyful noise, even for the King ...
221. Song-The Bonie Lad that’s Far Awa (Robert Burns Poems)
O HOW can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad ...
86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie (Robert Burns Poems)
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
200. Song-The Young Highland Rover (Robert Burns Poem)
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland rover ...
10. The Ronalds of the Bennals (Robert Burns Poem)
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
519. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election-No. 2 (Robert Burns Poems)
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
273. Song-Tam Glen (Robert Burns Poem)
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is a pity, But ...
Shoes (Charles Bukowski Poem)
when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when ...
Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
A Prodigal (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
The Weed (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 01: Clairvoyant (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
In Snow (William Allingham Poem)
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
When I Was Young the Silk (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...