A California Home, by William Wendell Riley
Cool, irrigating streams refresh these lands, ...
Rose Poems
The Birth of the Red Rose, by William Wilsey Martin
Thro' the gateways of Eden, Eve all mournful
...
Red Berries of Briony, by William Wilsey Martin
Rich was the harvest he vow'd to reap,
When h...
Rose-Time, by Witter Bynner
What though love requires no test,
In this ro...
Refugio's Hair, by Alberto Rios
In the old days of our family,
My grandmother w...
When There Were Ghosts, by Alberto Rios
On the Mexico side in the 1950s and 60s,There w...
The Bay Fight, by Henry Howard Brownell
(Mobile Bay, August 5, 1864.)
“On the forecastl...
Adam's Curse, by William Butler Yeats
We sat together at one summer's end,
That beaut...
The Rose of Battle, by William Butler Yeats
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!The ta...
A Prayer for my Daughter, by William Butler Yeats
Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnd...
The Tower, by William Butler Yeats
IWhat shall I do...
The First Night, by Billy Collins
The worst thing about death must be ...
Loam, by Carl Sandburg
In the loam we sleep,
In the cool moist loam,
T...
Passers-by, by Carl Sandburg
Passers-by,Out of your many facesFlash memories...
The Answer, by Carl Sandburg
You have spoken the answer.A child searches far...
To a Dead Friend , by Langston Hughes
The moon still sends its mellow lightThrough th...