MacDougal Street (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must ...
Cry Poems (6608 Poems)
Sonnet 11 (John Milton Poems)
XI A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon; And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile; The Subject new: ...
The Blue-Flag In The Bog (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
Psalm 88 (John Milton Poems)
Lord God that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long, before thee ...
The Speed Of Light (W. S. Merwin Poems)
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII) (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my ...
The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence (W. S. Merwin Poems)
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
F?sulan Idyl (Walter Savage Landor Poems)
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
Sestina (David Lehman Poems)
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
DARKIES (John Lindley Poems)
"I'd rather make $700 a week playing a maid than earn $7 a day being a maid". Hattie McDaniel. I'm ...
Nyctivoe (extract) (Dimitris Lyacos Poems)
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
Central Park Violence (Sharon Esther Lampert Poems)
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
Maveric (Spike Milligan Poems)
Maveric Prowles Had Rumbling Bowles That thundered in the night. It shook the bedrooms all around And gave the folks ...
The Listeners (Walter de la Mare Poems)
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
Milkmaid (Laurie Lee Poems)
The girl's far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock ...
Run to Death (Amy Levy Poems)
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
The Prophet (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their ...
The Chinese Nightingale (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Symphonic Studies (After Schumann) (Emma Lazarus Poems)
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
Late Light (Philip Levine Poems)
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
The Firemen’s Ball (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
A Song Of Eternity In Time (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree ...
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 ...
Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
(What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin's egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys ...
Hymns Of The Marshes. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Songs (Philip Levine Poems)
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary road ...
The Drunkard’s Funeral (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
In The Foam. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. ...
I Sing The Body Electric (Philip Levine Poems)
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
Queen Mab in the Village (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...