My Pretty Rose Tree, by William Blake
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as ...
Plant Poems
A Poison Tree, by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, ...
The Sick Rose, by William Blake
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
...
Tiriel, by William Blake
1 And Aged Tiriel. Stood before the Gates of ...
To Autumn, by William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With...
To Tirzah, by William Blake
Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consu...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Amoureuse, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
If I could keep
just one moment in time
it w...
The Cherry Tree, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
“ Winter fast approaches;
you appear an...
Goodbye to April, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
There, on the veranda,
in the green light,
...
Lines in the Sand, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
For my sixth birthday
I wanted a doll; instead...
Myth of Narcissus, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Bathed in slanting, eggnog sunlight,
the red...
Belated Love, by Clark Ashton Smith
Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,
H...
Requiescat in Pace, by Clark Ashton Smith
White iris on thy bier,
With the white rose, ...
Saturn, by Clark Ashton Smith
Now were the Titans gathered round their king
...
At the End of Spring, by Bai Juyi
To Yuan Chen [A.D. 810] The flower of the pear...
Hearing the Early Oriole, by Bai Juyi
When the sun rose I was still lying in bed;
A...
The Fair Queen of Wu, by Li Bai
The breeze passes through the lotus flowers--
...
The Lotus, by Li Bai
In the deep sequestered stream the lotus grows,...
Maid of Wu, by Li Bai
Wine of the grapes,
Goblets of gold--
And a ...
The Women of Yueh, by Li Bai
I She is a southern girl of Chang-kan Town;
...
Chicago, by Mark Turbyfill
O city of beauty,
They have spoken without un...
Repletion, by Mark Turbyfill
I have fed on the radiance of my Beloved
Lying...
A Young Man Talking about a Woman, by Mark Turbyfill
I She is touched with a beauty the sere of ree...
The Easter Flower, by Claude McKay
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
M...