The Giant Book of Poetry
Page 61
My love is as a fever, longing still
49
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
47
My mother said, “Of course
488
My pen moves along the page
562
My poem would eat nothing
603
My toe tips look unusually far away
506
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
40
My wife is dead and I am free
226
Never the time and the place
190
Nobody heard him, the dead man
435
Not in that wasted garden
303
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
46
Not slowly wrought, nor treasured for their form
462
Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee
279
Nothing is plumb, level or square
471
Nothing matters
595
Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
599
November, angry at the capital
223
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
405
Now that I know
432
Now, when he and I meet, after all these years
479
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room
71
O blush not so! O blush not so!
137
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
210
O generation of the thoroughly smug
412
O God, take the sun from the sky!
362
O Rose, thou art sick!
63
Of all the people in the mornings at the mall
618
Of all the questions you might want to ask
568
Off work and going upslope for a look
641
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heavenly art
278
Oh father, let us hence—for hark
107
Oh Galuppi Baldassare
185
Oh, but it is dirty!
439
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain
322
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
310
Old mare whose eyes
510
“O’Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
270
On the then-below-zero day, it was on
591
Once Allen Ginsberg stopped to pee
570
Once upon a midnight dreary
175
Once, when I wandered in the woods alone
307
Once, years after your death, I dreamt
487
One afternoon the last week in April
500
One fallen flower
40
One must have a mind of winter
393
One of my wishes is that those dark trees
342
One of those great, garishly emerald flies that always
523
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs
336
Out of the morning land
35
Out of the night that covers me
283
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day
350
Over and over they used to ask me
303
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly
486
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled
277
Rain has beaded the panes
540
Remember me when I am gone away
262
Rememberest thou, my sweet, that summer’s day
218
Rest Master, for we be a-weary, weary
412
River’s old look
483
“Schweigen and tanzen” are word spoken by Elektra near the
475
September rain falls on a house
444
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
45
She asks me for an admissions card
573
She is purposeless as a cyclone; she must move
396
She reclines, more or less
533
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking
388
She walks in beauty, like the night
102
She was a girl
529
Side by side, their faces blurred
464
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part
43
so much depends
400
So we’ll go no more a-roving
103
Some man unworthy to be possessor
52
Some say the world will end in fire
336
Somehow none of us knew exactly
647
Something startles me where I thought I was safest
215
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
343
Strange that I did not know him then
307
Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content
42
Talking in bed ought to be easiest
465
Taped to my wall are 47 pictures: 47 black
503
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
60
Terence, this is stupid stuff
288
Thank Heaven! the crisis
172
That night your great guns, unawares
267
that rips paper from the walls
643
That’s my last duchess painted on the wall
188
The apparition of these faces in the crowd
410
The art of losing isn’t hard to master
443
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams
543
The Boy died in my alley
456
The bud
484
The business man the acquirer vast
210
The buzz-saw snarled, and rattled in the yard
320
The calm
435
The ceaseless rain is falling fast
165
The cicadas were loud and what looked like a child’s bracelet
629
The class has dropped its books. The janitor’s
666
The clouds have gathered, and gathered
36
The cool that came off sheets just off the line
538
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
164
The earth keeps some vibration going
304
The farm house lingers, though averse to square
321
The feel of it was hairy and coarse
593
The first goal is to see the thing itself
542
The flower that smiles today
104
The grey sea and the long black land
188
The house had gone to bring again
347
The illustration
418
The last night that she lived
241
The lead and zinc company
582
The lions who ate the Christians
436
The little toy dog is covered with dust
284
The living come with grassy tread
342
The mail is slow here. If
I died, I wouldn’t find out
511
The man of life upright
50
The man who stood beside me
493
the meek have taken
602
The miller’s wife had waited long
316
The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields
486
The moving finger writes; and, having writ
40
The murmurs were the first to go
653
The name of the author is the first to go
562
The night of my cousin’s wedding
495
The old priest Peter Gilligan
299
The old woman sits on a bench before the door
416
The older women wise and tell Anna
605
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
205
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley
540
The praisers of women
428
The Props assist the House
242
The rain set early in tonight
191
The river brought down
470
The riverbed, dried-up, half full of leaves
540
The same old baffling questions! O my friend
169
The scene is a monastically bare cell in a Catholic detox center
560
The ship you’ve boarded
660
The summer morn is bright and fresh
115
The sun was shining on the sea
264
The telephone poles
478
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain
59
The time will come
502
The time you won your town the race
290
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
345
The twilight is sad and cloudy
166
The ultimate
527
The unconsecrated foe entered my courts
31
The valentine of desire is pasted over my heart
565
The warden said to me the other day
504
The Way I read a Letter’s—this
242
The young bloods come round less often now
33
There are only two things now
405
There are some powerful odors that can pass
224
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
377
There came a Wind like a Bugle
243
There is a drear and lonely tract of hell
313
There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always
392
There is skill to it
644
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend
301
There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike
370
There were some dirty plates
399
There were the roses, in the rain
398
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground
404
There’s a way out
483
There’s a certain Slant of light
244
“There’s machinery in the butterfly
392
They fuck you up, your mum and dad
466
They left my hands like a printer’s
607
They say my verse is sad: no wonder.
290
They shut the road through the woods
296
They talk of short-lived pleasure—be it so—
108
They were building a house in the Dry Tortugas
651
This admirable gadget, when it is wound on a string
459
This elderly poet, unpublished for five decades
480
This is the time of year
446
This Life, which seems so fair
55
This living hand, now warm and capable
138
This morning we shall spend a few minutes
460
This Quiet morning light
401
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark
337
This strange thing must have crept
530
This the last rose of summer
101
Thou still unravished bride of quietness
139
Thou who abruptly as a knife
229
Thou, who wouldst wear the name
114
Three men I saw beside a bar
384
Three Silences there are: the first of speech
164
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
458
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
63
To him who in the love of nature holds
109
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee
245
To see a world in a grain of sand
64
Today there is the kind of sunshine old men love
581
Today, a coed with a black eye
657
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
49
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
453
Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round
161
Twelve o’clock
418
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
349
Under that embrace of wild saplings held fast
594
Under the wide and starry sky
286
Vengeful across the cold November moors
317
Very fine is my valentine.
390
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth
667
Walking with you and another lady
537
Wan Chu, my adoring husband
639
We are wrapped around each other in
620
We grow accustomed to the Dark
245
We have the picture of you in mind
400
We sat around a fire and drank Merlot
652
We sat within the farm-house old
153
We stripped in the first warm spring night
492
We tied branches to our helmets
608
We were in love and his uncle had a farm
656
We were supposed to do a job in Italy
610
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r
68
Well I remember how you smiled
100
What happens to a dream deferred?
434
What is a modern Poet’s fate?
141
What is this life if, full of care
319
What the neighbors bring to her kitchen
476
What weakness of mind
647
Whatever their personal faith
437
When all the world is young, lad
207
When I am dead, my dearest
263
When I consider how my light is spent
58
When I go up through the mowing field
327
When I heard the learn’d astronomer
217
When I see birches bend to left and right
329
When I was young they had alrea
dy been
640
When Jane felt well enough for me to leave her
491