Morning Joy, by Claude McKay
At night the wide and level stretch of wold,
...
Plant Poems
A Red Flower, by Claude McKay
Your lips are like a southern lily red,
Wet w...
The Snow Fairy, by Claude McKay
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them ther...
Archaic Torso of Apollo, by Rainer Maria Rilke
We never knew his incorrigible head
where the ...
Alexis, by Virgil
Alexis, beauteous, and his lord's delight,
...
Gallus, by Virgil
This closing effort, Arethusa, aid;
A few b...
Georgic I, by Virgil
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
Georgic II, by Virgil
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
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...
Pharmaceutria, by Virgil
The tale of love Alphesiboeus sung
And Damon, ...
Silenus, by Virgil
First breathed my Muse the Syracusan strain,
...
Amsterdam, by Francis Jammes
THE pointed houses lean so you would swear
Tha...
By the Yawning Door, by Francis Jammes
By the yawning door, thick and studded and pai...
The Cricket's Song, by Francis Jammes
LAST night the cricket sang when all was still....
The Dead Child, by Francis Jammes
A small house with a dog in front..
O my love!...
In the Foliage, by Francis Jammes
As I stand in the foliage
...
Love, by Francis Jammes
LASS, when they talk of love, laugh in their ...
Madame de Warens, by Francis Jammes
MADAME DE WARENS, you would watch the storm
F...
Extreme Unction, by Donald Evans
Across the rotting pads in the lily lake
Her g...
Love in Patagonia, by Donald Evans
Forgetting her mauve vows the Fania fled,
Tak...
Marise Kissing Her Shoulders, by Donald Evans
It is Easter morning,
And my beloved, with a...
The Mother of God: Acute Alcoholism, by Donald Evans
There was a snake in the gutter--
She was posi...
Oubliettes, by Donald Evans
I. IRIS It was better so
When you did not kno...
Somnambulist, by Donald Evans
Like a long winding-sheet unrolled
Across the ...