Crossing, by William Wilsey Martin
I lay afloat, in an idle boat
(A fisher-lad h...
Animal Poems
Nature, by William Wilsey Martin
I The heart of Nature soothes the heart of man...
Sleep, Baby Mine, by William Wilsey Martin
Sleep, baby mine. The failing light is low,
...
Still Looking, by William Wilsey Martin
By the weed-strewn, brown, desolate reaches, ...
The Circus, by Witter Bynner
I went tonight to a country circus.
There had ...
Eternal Lovers, by Witter Bynner
Somewhere beyond a mountain lies
A lake the co...
Grieve Not for Beauty, by Witter Bynner
Grieve not for the invisible, transported brow...
A Mocking-Bird, by Witter Bynner
An arrow, feathery, alive,
He darts and sin...
A Prayer for Beauty, by Witter Bynner
Give her such beauty of body and mind
As the l...
When the First Bird Sang, by Witter Bynner
I loved you, loved you, with your unseen eyes...
Ode To Stephen Bowling Bots, by Mark Twain
And did young Stephen sicken,
And did ...
If---, by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you ...
Day of the Refugios, by Alberto Rios
In Mexico and Latin America, celebrating ...
Refugio's Hair, by Alberto Rios
In the old days of our family,
My grandmother w...
We Dogs of a Thursday Off, by Alberto Rios
The wine of uncharted days,
Their unsteady stan...
The Border: A Double Sonnet, by Alberto Rios
The border is a line that birds cannot see.The ...
Nani, by Alberto Rios
Sitting at her table, she serves the sopa de ar...
November 2: Día de los muertos, by Alberto Rios
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It is not simply the Day of the Dead—loud, an...
On Gathering Artists, by Alberto Rios
Who does a job well, and very well—These are th...
The Battle Summers, by Henry Howard Brownell
Again the glory of the days! Once more the d...
The Bay Fight, by Henry Howard Brownell
(Mobile Bay, August 5, 1864.)
“On the forecastl...
Militants to Certain Other Women, by Katharine Rolston Fisher
You who pass coldly by when the police rush upo...
from New English Canaan [The Songe], by Thomas Morton
Drink and be merry, merry, merry boyes;Let all ...
from New English Canaan [New Canaans Genivs: Epilogvs], by Thomas Morton
Thou that art by Fates degree,Or Providence, or...
The Cold Heaven , by William Butler Yeats
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting hea...