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Poem Archive
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You're an Artist
by Unknown -
Even If I Could
By C.K. Williams C.K. Williams Except for the little girl making faces behind me, and the rainbow behind her, and the school and the truck, the only thing between you and infinity is... -
The Reader
by Richard Wilbur -
The Tuft of Flowers
By Robert Frost Robert Frost I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen... -
The Flower
by George Herbert -
Amidst The Flowers a Jug of Wine
By Li Po Li Po Amidst the flowers a jug of wine, I pour alone lacking companionship. So raising the cup I invite the Moon, Then turn to my shadow which makes three... -
I tend my flowers for thee
by Emily Dickinson -
Paternoster
By Jen Hadfield Jen Hadfield Paternoster. Paternoster. Hallowed be dy mane. Dy kingdom come. Dy draftwork be done. Still plough the day And give out daily bray Though heart stiffen in the harness.... -
When one has lived a long time alone
by Galway Kinnell -
And You, Helen
By Edward Thomas Edward Thomas And you, Helen, what should I give you? So many things I would give you Had I an infinite great store Offered me and I stood before To... -
The Wind
by Loraine Niedecker -
Earthward
By Robert Frost Robert Frost Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things,... -
The Garden
by John Glenday -
The Silken Tent
by Robert Frost -
Ona Takamura
by Unknown (translated by Bownas and Thwaite) -
Gardening in Cardoso
By Michael Longley Michael Longley Wildflowers become weeds In this small triangular Garfagnana garden Where I uproot herb robert, Spurge, wall-devouring Valerian, garlicky Ramsons, dead nettles. What about oregano No higher than dogs'... -
Untitled
by John Clare -
Bavarian Gentians
By David Herbert Lawrence DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark darkening the daytime torchlike with... -
The Ghost Orchid
by Michael Longley -
He loves paint
by Robert Ilson -
John Clare
By Robert Ilson Robert Ilson 'John Clare looked carefully at hedgerows' - Russell Hoban The rabbits skirling with dismay In maiming traps, the badgers choked In hound-sluiced blood : on John Clare's way... -
Fragments of Antique Statuary: Venus de Milo and Ozymandias
by Robert Ilson -
My Grandmother's love letters
by Hart Crane -
Australia at Rebecca's
by Robert Ilson -
Heaney
By Robert Ilson Robert Ilson It's summer still goddammit - or almost: Should there not have been room for him here yet? He had a thumb and finger fit to host The pen... -
Arrival
By Valerie Bence Valerie Bence John and Mary Williams LMS Missionaries. Sailed to the South Seas on board the Harriet 1816-17 1 It starts by not sailing on a Thursday or... -
Watching two old people swim
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Gazing at Ithaca
By Valerie Bence Valerie Bence 1 On Mondays and Fridays we would travel back to Egypt, Greece and Rome to Mesopotamia’s cradle of civilisation, wander the fertile crescents fields of early wheat... -
The quality of sprawl
by Les Murray -
The Broad Bean Sermon
by Les Murray -
The Forest Hit by Modern Use
by Les Murray -
The Seed Market
by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks and Joan Moyne) -
Our Lady Isbister
by Jen Hadfield -
Thaw
by Edward Thomas -
In White
by Robert Frost -
Bee Orchid
By Michael Longley Michael Longley We returned to the Byzantine path’s Camomile-strewn marble pavement And dusty oregano to look again, Before the snails, for the bee orchid. Pollineum like a brain, the brainy... -
Nerthus
by Seamus Heaney -
Adlestrop
By Edward Thomas Edward Thomas Yes. I remember Adlestrop — The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his... -
Possessions
by Ivor Gurney -
Nothing to Save
By D.H. Lawrence D.H. Lawrence There is nothing to save, now all is lost but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet. View Poem Archive -
In Perpetual Spring
by Amy Gerstler -
XL
By A.E. Houseman -
New Year with Rebecca
By Robert Ilson Robert Ilson Up here New Years start bad: They’re dark and cold The young feel old The old may well feel sad. What’s needed is a goal That can inspire... -
Lines written in early spring
by William Wordsworth -
Ms Hossack
by Robert Ilson -
To stand in the world is to be suspicious
by Paul Isbell -
Everything is going to be all right
by Derek Mahon -
The breeze at dawn
by Rumi -
A Moonlit night on the spring river
by Zhang Ruoxu -
Clock-O'-Clay
by John Clare -
Today
by Billy Collins -
To Summer
By William Blake William Blake O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer, Oft pitched'st... -
The Peace of Wild Things
By Wendell Berry Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives... -
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
By J.R.R Tolkien J.R.R. Tolkien 'All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by... -
The Waterfall
By Mary Oliver Mary Oliver For all the said, I could not see the waterfall until I came and saw the water falling, its lace legs and its womanly arms sheeting down, while... -
Dart
BY ALICE OSWOLD An excerpt from Dart, by Alice Oswold I stood looking down through beech trees. When I threw a stone I could count five before the splash. Then I jumped in... -
Spider
BY PAT LOWE Pat Lowe Not many people like me, I’m sure I don’t know why. I’m shy and unaggressive, and really quite small-fry. There’s fuss and consternation when I run across the... -
Daffodowndilly
BY A.A. MILNE A.A. MILNE She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook...
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