by Emily Dickinson The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend Or the most agonizing Spy An Enemy - could send Secure against its own No treason it can...
by Gwendolyn Brooks Oh mother， mother， where is happiness？ They took my lover's tallness off to war， Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess What I ...
by Sidney Lanier Out of the hills of Habersham， Down the valleys of Hall， I hurry amain to reach the plain， Run the rapid and leap the fall， Split at ...
by Pablo Neruda （Translated by W. S. Merwin） The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. D...
by Saskia Hamilton The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible had hinges， which creaked； when you released the catch，the bo...
by Charles Simic Here come my night thoughts On crutches， Returning from studying the heavens. What they thought about Stayed the same， Stayed immense...
by Miguel de Unamuno （Translated by Robert Bly） The snowfall is so silent， so slow， bit by bit， with delicacy it settles down on the earth and covers ...
by Ralph Waldo Emerson Announced by all the trumpets of the sky， Arrives the snow， and， driving o'er the fields， Seems nowhere to alight： the whit...
by George Moses Horton Am I sadly cast aside， On misfortune's rugged tide？ Will the world my pains deride Forever？ Must I dwell in Slavery's n...
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Heard you that shriek？ It rose So wildly on the air， It seemed as if a burden'd heart Was breaking in despair. Saw...