“O Captain! My Captain!” by Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,…
Category: Poem Analysis
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim…
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.…
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star By Jane Taylor and Ann Taylor Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he…
The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it…
The Mother
The Mother by Robert W. Service There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes; You will be a woman set apart, You will be so wonderful and wise. You will sleep, and…
A Prayer for My Daughter
A Prayer for My Daughter by William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill Whereby the…
She Walks in Beauty
She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender…
Mother to Son
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But…
Mother and Child
Mother and Child by Eugene Field One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose, Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever here thy sweet repose!” Seeing the rose with love bedight, The envious sky…
My Mother
My Mother Claude McKay I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; But in her quiet way she made me yield Reluctantly, for she was breathing low. Her…
Godmother
Godmother by Dorothy Parker The day that I was christened- It’s a hundred years, and more!- A hag came and listened At the white church door, A-hearing her that bore me And all my kith and kin Considerately, for me,…
Recitative
Recitative by A. E. Stallings Every night, we couldn’t sleep. Our upstairs neighbors had to keep Dropping something down the hall— A barbell or a bowling ball, And from the window by the bed, Echoing inside my head, Alley cats…
Aubade
Aubade Amber Flora Thomas I know my leaving in the breakfast table mess. Bowl spills into bowl: milk and bran, bread crust crumbled. You push me back into bed. More “honey” and “baby.” Breath you tell my ear circles inside…
A Red, Red Rose
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,…
Mother of Pearl
Mother of Pearl by Raymond A. Foss An ancient shell on their shelf a memento, a reminder of the sea of the coast glistening under the film of dust of the passing years a clouded rainbow shimmering color in the…
Ruth
Ruth by Thomas Hood She stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened;—such a…
Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful Dreamer by Stephen Collins Foster Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away! Beautiful dreamer, queen of my…
Blue Ridge
Blue Ridge by Ellen Bryant Voigt Up there on the mountain road, the fireworks blistered and subsided, for once at eye level: spatter of light like water flicked from the fingers; the brief emergent pattern; and after the afterimage bled…
Mother Earth
Mother Earth by Henry van Dyke Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field, Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient,…
