Bow, wow, wow (Beatrix Potter Poems)
Bow, wow, wow! Whose dog art thou? "I'm little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow, wow, wow!"(Beatrix Potter)
Dogs Poems (1420 Poems)
Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Reaping (Amy Lowell Poem)
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
Fool’s Money Bags (Amy Lowell Poems)
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
The Country of the Blind (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
Cliche Came Out of its Cage (C. S. Lewis Poem)
1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
Psalm Concerning the Castle (Denise Levertov Poem)
Let me be at the place of the castle. Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from ...
The Dog of Art (Denise Levertov Poem)
That dog with daisies for eyes who flashes forth flame of his very self at every bark is the Dog ...
Zeroing In (Denise Levertov Poem)
"I am a landscape," he said, "a landscape and a person walking in that landscape. There are daunting cliffs there, ...
Talking to Grief (Denise Levertov Poem)
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, ...
Knocked Up (Henry Lawson Poem)
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
The Drover’s Sweetheart (Henry Lawson Poems)
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
How the Land was Won (Henry Lawson Poem)
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
The Fire At Ross’s Farm (Henry Lawson Poems)
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Out Back (Henry Lawson Poem)
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
Gacela of the Dead Child (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Each afternoon in Granada, each afternoon, a child dies. Each afternoon the water sits down and chats with its companions. ...
The Faithless Wife (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
City That Does Not Sleep (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
The Weeping (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
I have shut my windows. I do not want to hear the weeping. But from behind the grey walls. Nothing ...
Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places ...
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
The Landlord’s Tale; Paul Revere’s Ride (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
A Pastiche For Eve (Weldon Kees Poem)
Unmanageable as history: these Followers of Tammuz to the land That offered no return, where dust Grew thick on every ...
The Visitation (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Louise Imogen Guiney) There is a wall of flesh before the eyes Of John, who yet perceives and hails ...
Having it Out with Melancholy (Jane Kenyon Poem)
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
Otherwise (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, ...
Happiness (Jane Kenyon Poem)
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
To Various Persons Talked To All At Once (Kenneth Koch Poem)
You have helped hold me together. I'd like you to be still. Stop talking or doing anything else for a ...