lips
A Cry
Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my... more
Poet: Sara Teasdale by: Sara Teasdale | category: Sad Poetry | rating:  Spring Rain
I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring... more
Poet: Sara Teasdale by: Sara Teasdale | category: Dark Poetry | rating:  Come
Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with... more
Poet: Sara Teasdale by: Sara Teasdale | category: Wish Poetry | rating: In the Stalls
My life is like a music-hall,
Where, in the impotence of rage,
Chained by enchantment... more
Poet: Arthur Symons by: Arthur Symons | category: Music Poetry | rating: Kisses
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
How soft is this one, how subtle this is,... more
Poet: Arthur Symons by: Arthur Symons | category: Romantic Poetry | rating: The Song of the Ungirt Runners
We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
... more
Poet: Charles Sorley by: Charles Sorley | category: Music Poetry | rating: The Starry Night
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion.... more
Poet: Anne Sexton by: Anne Sexton | category: Dark Poetry | rating: 45 Mercy Street
In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
of my entire bone,
my real dream,
I'm... more
Poet: Anne Sexton by: Anne Sexton | category: Art Poetry | rating: At the Tomb of Napoleon
I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame,
Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast,... more
Poet: Alan Seeger  by: Alan Seeger | category: Art Poetry | rating:
La Nue
Oft when sweet music undulated round,
Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea
Thine... more
Poet: Alan Seeger by: Alan Seeger | category: Wish Poetry | rating:
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