Alphonso of Castile, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I, Alphonso, live and learn,
Seeing Nature ...
Cat Poems
Pea Brush, by Robert Frost
I walked down alone Sunday after church
To the...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night, by T. S. Eliot
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the stree...
Whispers of Immortality, by T. S. Eliot
Webster was much possessed by death
And saw th...
Faces, by Walt Whitman
1 Sauntering the pavement or riding the count...
O Magnet-South, by Walt Whitman
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
The Goose, by Alfred Tennyson
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags sc...
The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
Flotsam, by Lola Ridge
I Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;
...
Bain's Cats and Rats, by Conrad Aiken
Quiet, and almost bashful, and seldom looking...
Episode in Grey, by Conrad Aiken
I So, to begin with, dust blows down the str...
The Garden by Moonlight, by Amy Lowell
A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted...
A Very Old Rose Jar, by Evelyn Scott
She ran across the lawn after the cat
And I sa...
To Charles Dickens, by Walter Savage Landor
Go then to Italy; but mind
To leave the pale l...
Could Have Written a Book About..., by Christine Ann Clatworthy
That impish look – dripping wet
from you...
gone, by Ray Heinrich
so which side of the joke
happened to land whe...
Batik, by Mark Turbyfill
Important pale asters
And leering lilies paint...
In the Vices, by Donald Evans
Gay and audacious crime glints in his eyes,
A...
Marise Kissing Her Shoulders, by Donald Evans
It is Easter morning,
And my beloved, with a...
Somnambulist, by Donald Evans
Like a long winding-sheet unrolled
Across the ...
My Partridge, by Agathias
My partridge, wand'rer from the hills forlorn,...
To a Cat Which Had Killed a Favorite Bird, by Agathias
O CAT in semblance, but in heart akin
To cani...
The Rain Falls Down, by Alisha Sufit
The rain falls down
in garnets on this land.
...
The Poem of Antara, by Antarah ibn Shaddad
Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...