On Mr. Abraham Cowley’s Works. (Daniel Baker Poems)
The British Land in former Time Was thought too phlegmatick a Clime, Too cold for Verse to thrive and grow ...
Poetry Poems (1966 Poems)
Home Service (Geoffrey Faber Poems)
At least it wasn't your fault I hear them console When they come back, the few that will come back. ...
My Little Doll Rose (Eliza Lee Follen Poems)
I have a little doll;I take care of her clothes;She has soft flaxen hair;And her name it is Rose.She has ...
Sonnet XXI: “Sometimes I fear thou’lt poise my muse’s praise” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XXISometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise, Against my spoken words, and sharply cry "This man breathes lightning through ...
On my First Son (Ben Jonson Poems)
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. ...
Our Native Earth (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
We do not carry it in lockets on the breast,And do not cry about it in poems,It does not wake ...
The Village Atheist (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Ye young debaters over the doctrineOf the soul's immortalityI who lie here was the village atheist,Talkative, contentious, versed in the ...
On Certain Elizabethan revivals (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
O RUFF-EMBASTIONED vast Elizabeth, Bush to these bushel-bellied casks of wine, Home-growth, 'tis true, but rank as turpentine-What would we ...
To My Love. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
PAINT me, you said, "a poem; give to meA breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!"While that low laugh ...
Sonnet XVIII. The Fireside. (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
WITH what a live intelligence the flameGlows and leaps up in spires of flickering red,And turns the coal just now ...
My Heart (Frank O Hara Poems)
I'm not going to cry all the timenor shall I laugh all the time,I don't prefer one "strain" to another.I'd ...
Finished? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
the critics now have medrinking champagne anddriving a BMWand also married to asocialite fromPhiladelphia's Main Linewhich of course is going ...
The Trash Can (Charles Bukowski Poems)
this is great, I just wrote twopoems I didn't like.there is a trash can on thiscomputer.I just moved the poemsoverand ...
The Little Woman Of Clear River (Edward Powys Mathers Poems)
Clear River twists nine times aboutClear River; but so deepThat none can see the green sand.You hear the birds about ...
Gazelle (France Preseren Poems)
1 Let my poem, like a shrine, contain - your name;In my heart shall ever proudly reign - your name;Let ...
The Bamboo Garden (Edward Powys Mathers Poems)
Old bamboos are about my house,And the floor of my house is untidy with old books.It is sweet to rest ...
Judson Stoddard (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
On a mountain top above the cloudsThat streamed like a sea below meI said that peak is the thought of ...
The barren music of a word or phrase, (Christopher Morley Poems)
THE barren music of a word or phrase, The futile arts of syllable and stress, He sought. The poetry of ...
Farewell (Shortly Before Departing For The Theater Of War) (Alfred Lichtenstein Poems)
for Peter ScherBefore dying I am making my poem.Quiet, comrades, don't disturb me.We are going off to war. Death is ...
I Have No Use For Odic Legions (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
I have no use for odic legions,Or for the charm of elegiac playFor me, all verse should be off kilterNot ...
The Author to the Reader (Francis Beaumont Poems)
I sing the fortune of a luckless pair,Whose spotless souls now in one body be;For beauty still is Prodromus to ...
after five (E. E. Cummings Poems)
after fivetimes the poemof thy remembrancesurprises with refrainof unreasoning summerthat by respondingways cloaked with renewalmy body turns towardtheeagain for the ...
At Joan’s (Frank O Hara Poems)
It is almost threeI sit at the marble topsorting poems, miserablethe little lamp glows feeblyI don't glow at allI have ...
Preconceptio (Ben Jonson Poems)
I have no children: But tonight a poem came in which a small child, my daughter, appeared at the door ...
speaking of love(of (E. E. Cummings Poems)
speaking of love(ofwhich Who knows themeaning;or how dreamingbecomes if your heart's mind)iguess a grassbladeThinks beyond oraround(as poems are ...
A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean (Du Fu Poems)
I was stubborn by nature and addicted to perfect lines,fought to the death to find words that startle.Now in old ...
At the Mermaid Caffeteria (Christopher Morley Poems)
TRUTH is enough for prose: Calmly it goes To tell just what it knows.For verse, skill will suffice— Delicate, nice ...
No Sight (Du Fu Poems)
Li Bai, no sight of you for a long time,It's tragic that you pretend to be insane.The whole world wants ...
To Bi Siyao (Du Fu Poems)
Once stately figures in the art of rhyme,Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin,Regarded by our servants with ...
Poetry (Eleanor Farjeon Poems)
What is Poetry? Who knows?Not a rose, but the scent of the rose; Not the sky, but ...