The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe fal...
Animal Poems
The Lake Isle of Innisfree, by William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,An...
Leda and the Swan, by William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating stillAbo...
Sailing to Byzantium, by William Butler Yeats
That is no country for old men. The youngIn one...
Easter, 1916, by William Butler Yeats
I have met them at close of dayComing with vivi...
The Tower, by William Butler Yeats
IWhat shall I do...
The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire ...
My Table, by William Butler Yeats
Two heavy tressels, and a boardWhere Sato’s gif...
The Tay Bridge Disaster, by William McGonagall
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!Ala...
The Famous Tay Whale, by William McGonagall
’Twas in the month of December, and in the year...
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July, by Billy Collins
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or...
Workshop, by Billy Collins
I might as well begin by saying how much I like...
The Golden Years, by Billy Collins
All I do these drawn-out days
is sit in my kit...
The First Night, by Billy Collins
The worst thing about death must be ...
Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio, by Carl Sandburg
It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet raz...
Wilderness, by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for teari...
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind, by Carl Sandburg
The past is a bucket of ashes.
1
The woman na...
Caboose Thoughts, by Carl Sandburg
It's going to come out all right—do you know?
T...
In a Breath, by Carl Sandburg
To the Williamson BrothersHigh noon. White...
Remorse, by Carl Sandburg
The horse's name was Remorse.There were people ...
Still Life, by Carl Sandburg
Cool your heels on the rail of an observation c...
The Lawyers Know Too Much, by Carl Sandburg
The lawyers, Bob, know too much.They are chums ...
Chicago, by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool ...
Fog, by Carl Sandburg
The fog comeson little cat feet.
It sits lookin...
In Tall Grass, by Carl Sandburg
Bees and a honeycomb in the dried head of a hor...