by John Donne Come live with mee， and bee my love， And wee will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands， and christall brookes， With silken lines， an...
by Anne Bradstreet Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain， Who after birth didst by my side remain， Till snatched from thence by friends， less w...
by Ray A. Young Bear Immediately after the two brothers entered The Seafood Shoppe with their wide-eyed wives and extra-brown complexioned stepchildre...
by Henrik Wergeland Words？ Those sounds the world despises. Words in poems？ Even more to be disdained！ Ah， how feeble are your powers to defend all th...
by Elizabeth Bishop This is the time of year when almost every night the frail， illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing the mountain height， rising tow...
by Robert Herrick I sing of brooks， of blossoms， birds， and bowers， Of April， May， of June， and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles， hock carts， wassails...
by Sappho （Translated by Jim Powell） Some say thronging cavalry， some say foot soldiers， others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights the dark ear...
by Sarah Getty Look！ A flash of orange along the river's edge—— "oriole！" comes to your lips like instinct， then it's va...
by Kathryn Stripling Byer Up here in the mountains we know what extinct means. We've seen how our breath on a bitter night fades like a ghost from...
by Ronald Wallace Sometimes I wish I drank coffee or smoked Marlboros， or maybe cigars—— yes， a hand-rolled Havana cigar in its thick， man...