The Choice, by Moschus
When on the wave the breeze soft kisses flings,...
Fish Poems
The Ocean, by Moschus
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep...
Multiplying the Moon, by Myra Schneider
From Multiplying the Moon (Enitharmon Press 200...
This Canada of Ours, by S. Moore
Ye valiant sons of health and toil
And men of ...
The Whale, by S. Moore
Today I saw the captured whale,
And viewed it...
Where Do I Stand?, by Sapna Singh
Inside the creamy texture of your life
I lie d...
Kyprian Queen, by Sophocles
Not Kyprian only, children, is she called,
...
On Gathering Artists, by Alberto Rios
Who does a job well, and very well—These are th...
Sailing to Byzantium, by William Butler Yeats
That is no country for old men. The youngIn one...
Wilderness, by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for teari...
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 ...
Bones, by Carl Sandburg
Sling me under the sea.Pack me down in the salt...