Fish Poems

Fish Poems

Behind a Wall, by Amy Lowell

I own a solace shut within my heart,
  &...

The Dinner Party, by Amy Lowell

Fish "So..." they said,
With their wine-glas...

Irony, by Amy Lowell

An arid daylight shines along the beach
Dried ...

A Japanese Wood-Carving, by Amy Lowell

High up above the open, welcoming door
It han...

Pickthorn Manor, by Amy Lowell

I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...

The Pike, by Amy Lowell

In the brown water,
Thick and silver-sheened ...

The Seventeenth Day, by Aleister Crowley

Last night--but the boy shrieked in's sleep--th...

The Blind Highland Boy, by William Wordsworth

Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...

Fidelity, by William Wordsworth

A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as ...

Home Again, by Evelyn Scott

Where I used to be
I could hear the sea.
The ...

The Beginning of Summer, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 815 At the rise of summer a hundred beast...

Fishing in the Wei River, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 811 In waters still as a burnished mirror...

Clearing at Dawn, by Li Bai

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopp...

The King of the Seas, by Stephen Crane

The Ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on ...

Georgic III, by Virgil

Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...

Georgic IV, by Virgil

Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...

Amsterdam, by Francis Jammes

THE pointed houses lean so you would swear
Tha...

The Gold Fish, by Allen Upward

Like a breath from hoarded musk,
Like the gol...

The Ballad of the True Sportsman, by Arthur Guiterman

Since Walton first in sport began
To lure the ...

California Pioneers of Early Days Crossing the Plains, by August Wilhelm Wern

Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...

Against the Love of Beauty, by Bhartrhari

The moth unwitting rushes on the fire,
Throug...

An Arctic Vision, by Bret Harte

Where the short-legged Eskimo
Waddle in the ic...

The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg

In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...

Fishing, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,
With ...

Sandy Hook, by George Houghton

White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
Light-h...