The Orchard, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
I The orchard stretches from the door,
To ri...
Animal Poems
To a Summer Evening Wind, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
Soft wind of summer's eve,
Fresh from blue fi...
The Vale of Spirits, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
In deep green woods there lies a fairy glade
S...
The Cow, by Oliver Herford
The Cow is too well known, I fear,
To need ...
The Ballad of the Oysterman, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
It was a tall young oysterman lived by the rive...
How the Old Horse Won the Bet, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,
The bet...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
The Donkey, by Palladas
Someone gave me
A long-suffering donkey
That ...
Life is a Theatre, by Palladas
This life a theatre we well may call,
Where e...
New York Harbor on a Calm Day, by Park Benjamin
Is this a painting? Are those pictured clouds
...
Atlas Moth, by Pascale Petit
From The Treekeper's Tale This giant atlas mot...
Self-Portrait with Fire Ants, by Pascale Petit
From The Zoo Father To visit you Father, I we...
The Snake House, by Pascale Petit
From The Huntress It’ s time to go up to...
A Dog's Business, by Patricia Walter
That is the business
of being dog--
to bark, ...
Window of Time, by Patricia Walter
She sits at the window
frozen in time.
What d...
A Ballad of the Fields, by Paul Fort
THE devil's ruby eyes peer all night long,
A-...
Before Her Wedding Day, by Paul Fort
THIS maiden she is dead, is dead before her we...
The Night of Storm, by Paul Fort
BOWED o'er my staff, but raising not my head, ...
The Reeds Around the Pond, by Paul Fort
THE swallow flees. The twilight falls apace. Th...
Sympathy, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When ...
Winter Song, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying...
Potent Charms, by Paulus Silentiarius
Who hangs a garland on the rose?
How idle then...
To----, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
One word is too often profaned
For me to profa...
Fight, by Percy MacKaye
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...
Urology, by Peter Finch
from Zen Cymru hardly anything hurts here
fro...