• Fairies

    Maiden-poet, come with me
    To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
    And there we'll dance a fairy dance
    Upon a fairy's grave.... more »

  • Fancy

    Ever let the Fancy roam,
    Pleasure never is at home:
    At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
    Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;... more »

  • Floating

    Our canoe idles in the idling current
    Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed
    Backwater of a torpid midwestern stream;
    Revolves slowly, and lodges in the glutted... more »

  • From Sunset To Star Rise

    Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
    I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
    A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
    A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.... more »

  • Happy New Year Poem Hunter

    May you wake up on January 1st,
    finding that the world has not come
    to an end, the lights work, the water
    faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen?... more »

  • Heart

    The Stylized representation,
    of this hallow muscular organ,
    Perplexes minds upon the brink of insanity,
    The reflected image of a shape... more »

  • Hero And Leander

    It lies not in our power to love or hate,
    For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
    hen two are stript long ere the course begin,
    We wish that one should lose, the other win;... more »

  • Houses Of Dreams

    You took my empty dreams
    And filled them every one
    With tenderness and nobleness,
    April and the sun.... more »

  • I Am

    I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
    My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
    I am the self-consumer of my woes,
    They rise and vanish in oblivious host,... more »

  • I Am The Only Being Whose Doom

    I am the only being whose doom
    No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
    I never caused a thought of gloom
    A smile of joy since I was born... more »

  • I Believe

    I believe that the sun shines after the rain
    I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
    I believe in not doing things the easy way
    I believe that being selfish doesn't pay... more »

  • Impossible To Tell

    Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
    Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
    In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,... more »

  • In The Park

    She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
    Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
    A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
    Someone she loved once passed by – too late... more »

  • In The Stalls

    My life is like a music-hall,
    Where, in the impotence of rage,
    Chained by enchantment to my stall,
    I see myself upon the stage... more »

  • Last Night As I Was Sleeping

    Last night as I was sleeping,
    I dreamt—marvelous error! —
    that a spring was breaking
    out in my heart.... more »

  • Legend

    As silent as a mirror is believed
    Realities plunge in silence by...

    I am not ready for repentance;... more »

  • Love Is Not All

    Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
    Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
    Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
    And rise and sink and rise and sink again;... more »

  • Moonlit Night

    Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
    Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
    Children, too young to understand what keeps me
    Away, or even remember Chang'an. By now,... more »

  • No Return

    I like divorce. I love to compose
    letters of resignation; now and then
    I send one in and leave in a lemon-
    hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.... more »

  • O Who Will Speak From A Womb Or A Cloud?

    Not less light shall the gold and the green lie
    On the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, than
    Love lay yesterday on the breast like a beast.
    Not less light shall God tread my maze of nerve... more »

  • On What Is Best

    Some celebrate the beauty
    of knights, or infantry,
    or billowing flotillas
    at battle on the sea.... more »

  • Premonition

    The muffled syllables that Nature speaks
    Fill us with deeper longing for her word;
    She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,
    She makes a sweeter music than is heard.... more »

  • Richard Cory

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
    We people on the pavement looked at him:
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
    Clean favored, and imperially slim.... more »

  • River Of Stars

    Left on the beach
    Full of water
    A worn out boat
    Reflects the white sky -... more »

  • Sea Fever

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
    And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.... more »