William Carlos WilliamsIBy the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast-a cold wind. Beyond， ...
William Carlos WilliamsI must tell youthis young treewhose round and firm trunk between the wetpavement and the gutter（where wateris trickling） risesb...
Emily DickinsonThe last Night that She livedIt was a Common NightExcept the Dying —— this to UsMade Nature differentWe noticed smallest th...
T.S. EliotIAMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoonYou have the scene arrange itself？as it will seem to do？With ？I have saved this afternoon fo...
Emily DickinsonBecause I could not stop for Death，He kindly stopped for me；The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove， he kne...
William Carlos Williams （1883-1963）Old age isa flight of smallcheeping birdsskimmingbare treesabove a snow glaze.Gaining and failingthey are buffetedb...
William Carlos Williams （1883-1963）I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were delicio...
William Butler Yeats （1865-1939）The fascination of what's difficultHas dried the sap out of my veins， and rentSpontaneous joy and natural contentO...
Jo ShapcottOne daythe technicianstouched soulsas they exchangedeveryday noisesabove the pipette.Then they knewthat the state of moleculeswas not humdr...
William Butler Yeats （1865-1939）One that is ever kind said yesterday'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey，And little shadows come abou...