Desire, by Alcman
Maidens with voices like honey for sweetness, ...
Animal Poems
The Mountain Summits Sleep, by Alcman
The mountain summits sleep, glens, cliffs, a...
sticky note, by Alexandra Grey
what’ s worse,
my fingers won’ t ...
At San Giovanni Del Lago, by Alfred Austin
I I leaned upon the rustic bridge,
And watch...
Ave Maria, by Alfred Austin
I In the ages of Faith, before the day
When ...
The Last Redoubt, by Alfred Austin
I KACELVEVO'S slope still felt
The cannon's b...
A Woman's Apology, by Alfred Austin
In the green darkness of a summer wood,
Where...
My Friend, My Brother, by Alfred Mortier
NOT as it seems, friend, brother, is my life...
Apples of Sodom, by Alice Williams Brotherton
The golden apples dance on the bough,
Yellow ...
The Dying Rose to the Nightingale, by Alice Williams Brotherton
What were the gifts of a thousand lovers
To th...
Malison, by Alice Williams Brotherton
THIRTEENTH CENTURY What doth make my lord so p...
November, by Alice Williams Brotherton
Is this the world that was so young
And fresh ...
The Saga of the Quern-Stones, by Alice Williams Brotherton
King Frodë from Sweden
Two giant maidens ...
September, by Alice Williams Brotherton
Lush juices of ripe fruits; splashed color flun...
The Singer, by Alice Williams Brotherton
A singer went singing adown the world,
Now in...
A Song of Fleeting Love, by Alice Williams Brotherton
Love has wings as light as a bird,
Guileless ...
Unawares, by Alice Williams Brotherton
A song welled up in the singer's heart,
(Like...
Free, by Alisha Sufit
I thought of life
as though it were a space
w...
The Rain Falls Down, by Alisha Sufit
The rain falls down
in garnets on this land.
...
At Needlehole, by Alison Brackenbury
How lovely the land lies in October,
Still as...
Lapwings, by Alison Brackenbury
They were everywhere. No. Just God or smoke
Is...
The Gold Fish, by Allen Upward
Like a breath from hoarded musk,
Like the gol...
A Study in Nature, by Allie Isabel Lucas
One sovereign holds indisputable sway!
Her lig...
The Butterfly, by Alphonse de Lamartine
Coming with the daffodils and dying with the ro...
The Lake, by Alphonse de Lamartine
Thus ever drawn toward far shores uncharted,
...