Bird Poems

Bird Poems

Cruelty and Love, by D. H. Lawrence

What large, dark hands are those at the window...

Elegy, by D. H. Lawrence

SINCE I lost you, my darling, the sky has com...

In Church, by D. H. Lawrence

IN the choir the boys are singing the hymn.
Th...

Listening, by D. H. Lawrence

I LISTEN to the stillness of you,
My dear, a...

Love Storm, by D. H. Lawrence

MANY roses in the wind
Are tapping at the wind...

Sigh No More, by D. H. Lawrence

THE cuckoo and the coo-dove's ceaseless calling...

Snap-Dragon, by D. H. Lawrence

SHE bade me follow to her garden, where
The m...

Advice To a Blue-Bird, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking o...

When Fools Dispute, by Maxwell Bodenheim

A trickle of dawn insinuated itself
Through th...

Hope, by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches i...

Indian Summer, by Emily Dickinson

These are the days when birds come back,
A ve...

Psalm of the Day, by Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer's day,
As slow her fl...

A Train Went Through a Burial Gate, by Emily Dickinson

A train went through a burial gate,
A bird br...

Is God In the Marshes?, by Julie Rutherford

On the marshes,
in the darkness,
before,
...

After Three Years, by Paul Verlaine

When I had pushed the narrow garden-door,
Onc...

Dreaming of Li Bai, by Du Fu

I If death parts us, the tears will dry one d...

The Harvest Moon, by Du Fu

15th of 8th moon The flying mirror of the Moon...

The Mockingbird, by Du Fu

What! Is the mocking bird come?
The Spring, h...

Incident of the French Camp, by Robert Browning

You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile...

The Lady and the Painter, by Robert Browning

SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence,
So you prof...

Misconceptions, by Robert Browning

This is a spray the bird clung to,
Making it...

My Star, by Robert Browning

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can...

Rabbi Ben Ezra, by Robert Browning

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,...

Tray, by Robert Browning

Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst
Of soul, ye ...

A Wall, by Robert Browning

O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in ...