At First. To Charlotte Cushman. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
Morning Poems (4608 Poems)
Clouds (Philip Levine Poems)
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
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. ...
Heaven (Philip Levine Poems)
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
Resurrection (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
Call It Music (Philip Levine Poems)
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
Smoke (Philip Levine Poems)
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
Any Night (Philip Levine Poems)
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
Voyages (Philip Levine Poems)
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
The Negatives (Philip Levine Poems)
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
Black Stone On Top Of Nothing (Philip Levine Poems)
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
Red Dust (Philip Levine Poems)
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
Picture Postcard From The Other World (Philip Levine Poems)
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Keep Them Close (Poem)
One day a mother died. And on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, the daughter was ...
Beethoven to His ‘Immortal Beloved’ (Love Letter)
Letter 1 July 6, in the morning My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today ...