Near But Far Away (William Morris Poems)
She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes, The deep grey windows of her heart, were wet, Methought they softened ...
Brothers Poems (2648 Poems)
Last Instructions to a Painter (Andrew Marvell Poems)
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
The Spooniad (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Caroline Branson (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
Paradise Lost: Book 11 (John Milton Poems)
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Paradise Lost: Book 04 (John Milton Poems)
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Conscientious Objector (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death. I hear him leading his horse out ...
If Still Your Orchards Bear (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Brother, that breathe the August air Ten thousand years from now, And smell-if still your orchards bear Tart apples on ...
Twinkletoes (A. A. Milne Poems)
When the sun Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree, When the sun Makes shadows of the leaves of the ...
The West Wind (John Masefield Poems)
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
The Passing Strange (John Masefield Poems)
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
Willie Pennington (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
They called me the weakling, the simpleton, For my brothers were strong and beautiful, While I, the last child of ...
Aaron Hatfield (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There ...
A Minor Poet (Amy Levy Poems)
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
Lohengrin (Amy Levy Poems)
Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may ...
January 3 (David Lehman Poems)
The shrink says, "Everything depends on how many stuffed animals you had as a boy," and my mother tells me ...
On my Sister Joanna’s Entrance into Her 33rd Year (Major Henry Livingston, Jr. Poems)
On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother - with thy joys his own to blend: In ...
Exhortation: Summer 1919 (Claude McKay Poems)
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder, And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches ...
Comus (John Milton Poems)
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Street Cries (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
Tortoise Family Connections (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
You Can Have It (Philip Levine Poems)
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
What Work Is (Philip Levine Poems)
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
Gin (Philip Levine Poems)
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
In The New Sun (Philip Levine Poems)
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
The Present (Philip Levine Poems)
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Where We Live Now (Philip Levine Poems)
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
The Water’s Chant (Philip Levine Poems)
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
Montjuich (Philip Levine Poems)
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...