by Emily Dickinson To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee， One clover， and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do， If bees are few....
by Joyce Sutphen The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over ...
by Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough， and time， This coyness， Lady， were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our lon...
by Edgar Allan Poe Helen， thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore， That gently， o'er a perfumed sea， The weary， way-worn wanderer bore...
by 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， ...
by Hart Crane How many dawns， chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him， Shedding white rings of tumult， building h...
by Robert Herrick Fair pledges of a fruitful tree， Why do ye fall so fast？ Your date is not so past， But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gen...
by Richard Lovelace When Love with unconfinéd wings Hovers within my gates， And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates； When I lie ta...
by William Carlos Williams munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good to her. They taste goo...
by Ravi Shankar Between forest and field， a threshold like stepping from a cathedral into the street- the quality of air alters， an eclipse lifts， bou...