Poppies In October By Sylvia Plath Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly — A gift, a love gift Utterly unasked for By…
Category: Poem Analysis
from War is Kind
from War is Kind By Stephen Crane Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums…
Song of Solomon – Chapter 8
Song of Solomon – Chapter 8 By King Solomon If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother’s breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise…
Listen To The MUSTN’TS
Listen To The MUSTN’TS By Shel Silverstein Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child, Listen to the DON’TS Listen to the SHOULDN’TS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT’S Listen to the NEVER HAVES Then listen close to me- Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can…
Abuelito Who
Abuelito Who By Sandra Cisneros Abuelito who throws coins like rain and asks who loves him who is dough and feathers who is a watch and glass of water whose hair is made of fur is too sad to come…
Stabat Mater
Stabat Mater By Sam Hunt My mother called my father ‘Mr Hunt’ For the first few years of married life. I learned this from a book she had inscribed: ‘To dear Mr Hunt, from his loving wife.’ She was embarrassed…
Gunga Din
Gunga Din By Rudyard Kipling You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere, An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An’…
A Line-storm Song
A Line-storm Song By Robert Frost The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend…
My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean By Tony Sheridan My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea My Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me… Bring back, bring back Oh, bring…
The Spider and the Fly
The Spider and the Fly By Mary Howitt “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, “‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,…
Humpty Dumpty Sat on a Wall
Humpty Dumpty Sat on a Wall By Mother Goose Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again. Summary of Humpty Dumpty Sat…
Letter to My Great, Great Grandchild
Letter to My Great, Great Grandchild By J.P. Grasser Oh button, don’t go thinking we loved pianos more than elephants, air conditioning more than air. We loved honey, just loved it, and went into stores to smell the sweet perfume…
Riprap
Riprap By Gary Snyder Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In choice of place, set Before the body of the mind in space and time: Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall riprap of…
pity this busy monster, manunkind
pity this busy monster, manunkind By E. E. Cummings pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness — electrons deify one razorblade into…
my father moved through dooms of love
my father moved through dooms of love By E. E. cummings my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height…
Ecclesiastes Chapter -1
Ecclesiastes Chapter -1 From Old Testament by King Solomon The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem. Vanity[b] of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity. What does man gain by all the…
Sonnet 110
Sonnet 110: Alas, ‘tis true I have gone here and there By William Shakespeare Alas, ‘tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor’d mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most…
The North Wind Doth Blow
The North Wind Doth Blow By Mother Goose The North wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, poor thing? He’ll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head…
The Broken Heart
The Broken Heart By John Donne He is stark mad, whoever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space devour ; Who will believe…
Ten Little Soldiers
Ten Little Soldiers By Agatha Christie Ten Little Soldier Boys went out to Dine, one choked his little self and then there were nine. Nine Little Soldier Boys stayed up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.…