Horse Whisperer By Andrew Forster They shouted for me when their horses snorted, when restless hooves traced circles in the earth and shimmering muscles refused the plough. My secret was a spongy tissue, pulled bloody from the mouth of a…
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Sonnet 86
Sonnet 86 By William Shakespeare Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they…
To a Waterfowl
To a Waterfowl By William Cullen Bryant Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler’s eye Might mark thy distant…
The Widows Lament in Springtime
The Widows Lament in Springtime By William Carlos Williams Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year. Thirty-five years I…
The Red Wheelbarrow
The Red Wheelbarrow By William Carlos Williams a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens Summary of The Red Wheelbarrow Popularity of “The Red Wheelbarrow”: Written by William Carlos Williams, an American modernist icon as well…
Where I’m From
Where I’m From By George Ella Lyon I am from clothespins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride. I am from the dirt under the back porch. (Black, glistening it tasted like beets.) I am from the forsythia bush, the Dutch elm whose…
The Dalliance of The Eagles
The Dalliance of The Eagles By Walt Whitman SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking…
A Lake and a Fairy Boat
A Lake and a Fairy Boat By Thomas Hood A Lake and a Fairy Boat To sail in the moonlight clear, And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk And…
Tall Ambrosia
Tall Ambrosia By Henry David Thoreau Among the signs of autumn I perceive The Roman wormwood (called by learned men Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— For to impartial science the humblest weed Is as immortal once as the proudest flower—)…
Metaphors
Metaphors By Sylvia Plath I’m a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.…
The White Man’s Burden
The White Man’s Burden By Rudyard Kipling Take up the White Man’s burden— Send forth the best ye breed— Go send your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild—…
If
If By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If…
If You Forget Me
If You Forget Me By Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch…
I Too Sing America
I Too Sing America By Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at…
maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may By E. E. cummings maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and…
Renascence
Renascence By Edna St Vincent Millay All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced…
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
As Kingfishers Catch Fire By Gerard Manley Hopkins As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad…
The Author to Her Book
The Author to Her Book By Anne Bradstreet Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,…
The Hill We Climb
The Hill We Climb By Amanda Gorman When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast, We’ve learned…
Don’t Despise Me
Don’t Despise Me By Akka Mahadevi Don’t Despise Me as She who has no one I’m not one to be afraid, Whatever you do. I exist chewing dry leaves. My life resting on a knife edge If you must torment…