The Ballad Of Reading By Oscar Wilde I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on
The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset
The Red Wheelbarrow By William Carlos Williams so much dependsupon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the whitechickens Read More Poetry
Daddy By Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor
Lady Lazarus By Sylvia Plath I have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it— A sort of walking miracle, my skinBright as a
A Certain Slant Of Light (258) By Emily Dickinson here’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it
Because I Could Not Stop For Death (479) By Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but
When I Heard The Learn’d Astronomer By Walt Whitman When I heard the learn’d astronomer,When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,When
Song Of Myself (I Celebrate Myself) By Walt Whitman 1I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to
A Supermarket In California By Allen Ginsberg What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for Iwalked down the sidestreets under the trees
The Ballad Of Reading By Oscar Wilde I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on
The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset
The Red Wheelbarrow By William Carlos Williams so much dependsupon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the whitechickens Read More Poetry
Daddy By Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor
