The Return (Philip Levine Poems)
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
Sense & Perception Poems (7587 Poems)
Acknowledgment. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
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, ...
An Evening Song. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they ...
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 ...
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 ...
Making It Work (Philip Levine Poems)
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
Clover (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane (Philip Levine Poems)
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
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. ...
The Deepest Sensuality (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of ...
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 ...
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 Mystic Blue (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, ...
Then (Philip Levine Poems)
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
Nirvana (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
Restlessness (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
Gangrene (Philip Levine Poems)
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
Owl Against Robin (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
Ballad of Another Ophelia (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
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 ...
Street Cries (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
The Most Beautiful Flower (Poem)
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree. ...
The Breath of Spring… (John McLeod Poem)
The breath of Spring Lifting on wings that feel The pulse of Life Hope that will bring A sense of ...
Who Ever Loved (Christopher Marlowe Poem)
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two ...
A Decade (Amy Lowell Poem)
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...