Wolf, by Isaac McLellan
In winter, when the snows lie deep
In shapele...
Dog Poems
Adventures with Bears, by James McIntyre
I bought of land two miles square,
I knew not...
The Singing Leaves, by James Russell Lowell
“ What fairings will ye that I bring?&rdq...
Father Pumpkin; or, Always in Luck, by John Godfrey Saxe
AN ARABIAN TALE I In Cairo once there dwelt a...
Tale of a Dog, by John Godfrey Saxe
PART ONE I "Curse on all curs!" I heard a cyn...
The Witch's Daughter, by John Greenleaf Whittier
It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar...
The Church, by Jules Romains
The self-deceit of having wrought the light. P...
Straw-Death, by Kenneth Rand
I who have lived my life,
My years of hot-blo...
On the Coast of Maine, by Louisa Brooke
I. Off-Shore The dappled blue of the evening s...
Paula's Bowl, by Myra Schneider
From Circling The Core (Enitharmon Press 2008) ...
How the Old Horse Won the Bet, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,
The bet...
A Dog's Business, by Patricia Walter
That is the business
of being dog--
to bark, ...
The Night of Storm, by Paul Fort
BOWED o'er my staff, but raising not my head, ...
Yesterday's Footprints, by Ric Masten
last summer whenever possible
my visiting gran...
The Color Tan, by Robert Birch
From Rhubarb Pie: With Just a Taste of Naughty ...
The Fog, by Robert Leighton
And is this day, or is it night,
That is nei...
The Ballad of East and West, by Rudyard Kipling
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and neve...
The Snow Storm on the Night of the 10th March, 1869, by S. Moore
Out in the cold, wild, drifting snow,
Blind...
A Time for Wine, by Theognis of Megara
Now that in mid career, checking his force,
...
Home, by William H. Bushnell
Where the rustic porch was hidden by roses, re...
The New Day, by William H. Simpson
The swift scouts of dawn ride in,
Their lance...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
We Dogs of a Thursday Off, by Alberto Rios
The wine of uncharted days,
Their unsteady stan...
November 2: Día de los muertos, by Alberto Rios
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It is not simply the Day of the Dead—loud, an...
The Tower, by William Butler Yeats
IWhat shall I do...