April 26 (David Lehman Poems)
When my father Said mein Fehler I thought it meant "I'm a failure" which was my error which is what ...
Home Poems (6136 Poems)
1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address (Major Henry Livingston, Jr. Poems)
Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand'red too far, Without any compass, or planet or star; My dear native village ...
An Ending (Philip Levine Poems)
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
Magpiety (Philip Levine Poems)
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
The Hearth Eternal (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
The Simple Truth (Philip Levine Poems)
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
Told (Philip Levine Poems)
The air lay soffly on the green fur of the almond, it was April and I said, I begin again ...
From One Augur to Another (Emma Lazarus Poems)
So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine, You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message. ...
Waking In March (Philip Levine Poems)
Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separate beds, and I ...
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 ...
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. ...
Holding On (Philip Levine Poems)
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in and out. The odor ...
The Santa-Fe Trail (A Humoresque) (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
In Absence. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
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 ...
The Queen of Bubbles (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
Spring Greeting (Sidney Lanier Poems)
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away Is tinkled ...
The Mercy (Philip Levine Poems)
The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island Eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy." She remembers trying to ...
Our Guardian Angels and Their Children (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
The Hard Times In Elfland (Sidney Lanier Poems)
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
The Dead (Philip Levine Poems)
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
Belle Isle, 1949 (Philip Levine Poems)
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
The Tale of the Tiger-Tree (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
The Rains (Philip Levine Poems)
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
The Ghosts of the Buffaloes (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
Smoke (Philip Levine Poems)
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
Foreign Missions in Battle Array (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
An endless line of splendor, These troops with heaven for home, With creeds they go from Scotland, With incense go ...
House Of Silence (Philip Levine Poems)
The winter sun, golden and tired, settles on the irregular army of bottles. Outside the trucks jostle toward the open ...
The Tree of Laughing Bells (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...