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The term "H W Longfellow's poem - Rain in Summer" has been searched for 450 times on the American Poems site since August 8th, 2005.
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1. Poem - written by Donald Justice
Read 46406 times on American Poems.
This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.
Even while you sit there, unmovable,
You have begun to vanish. And it does no matter.
The poem will... (Read full poem)
2. shapeshifter poems - written by Lucille Clifton
From Next.
Read 10534 times on American Poems.
1
the legend is whispered
in the women's tent
how the moon when she rises
full
follows some men into themselves
and changes them there
the season is short
but dreadful shapeshifters
they wear strange hands
they walk through the... (Read full poem)
3. Poem (In the morning, when it was raining) - written by Delmore Schwartz
Published in 1962.
Read 654 times on American Poems.
In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall's entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
They did not remember the summer blue
Or the orange of June. They did not think... (Read full poem)
4. Your Dog Dies - written by Raymond Carver
Read 37939 times on American Poems.
it gets run over by a van.
you find it at the side of the road
and bury it.
you feel bad about it.
you feel bad personally,
but you feel bad for your daughter
because it was her pet,
and she loved it so.
she used to croon to it
and let it... (Read full poem)
5. Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing - written by William Stafford
Read 10708 times on American Poems.
The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old
quarry, where the river shrugs--
how much of... (Read full poem)
6. Trees - written by Joyce Kilmer
From Trees and Other Poems.
Published in 1914.
Read 34845 times on American Poems.
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree... (Read full poem)
7. Introduction To Poetry - written by Billy Collins
From The Apple that Astonished Paris.
Published in 1988.
Read 10008 times on American Poems.
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I... (Read full poem)
8. Ars Poetica - written by Archibald MacLeish
Read 7814 times on American Poems.
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown--
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
*
A... (Read full poem)
9. Glass - written by Robert Francis
Read 3152 times on American Poems.
Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.
A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.
Words should... (Read full poem)
10. Glass - written by Robert Francis
Read 2638 times on American Poems.
Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.
A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem or its absence.
Words should be... (Read full poem)
11. The Day is Done - written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems.
Read 14908 times on American Poems.
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul... (Read full poem)
12. Finis - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 547 times on American Poems.
An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
Bright with the sunset's splendour.
Summer and beauty over the lands -
Careless hours of pleasure;
A meeting of eyes and a... (Read full poem)
14. Poem in Prose - written by Archibald MacLeish
Read 1194 times on American Poems.
This poem is for my wife.
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on it
Like the burl on the knife.
I have not made it for praise.
She has no more need for praise
Than summer has
Or the bright days.
In all that becomes a... (Read full poem)
15. From an Atlas of the Difficult World - written by Adrienne Rich
Read 11927 times on American Poems.
I know you are reading this poem
late, before leaving your office
of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window
in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet
long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem
standing up in... (Read full poem)
16. anyone lived in a pretty how town - written by e.e. cummings
Read 112622 times on American Poems.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their... (Read full poem)
17. The Poem You Asked For - written by Larry Levis
From Wrecking Crew, University of Pittsburgh Press .
Published in 1972.
Read 3098 times on American Poems.
My poem would eat nothing.
I tried giving it water
but it said no,
worrying me.
Day after day,
I held it up to the llight,
turning it over,
but it only pressed its lips
more tightly together.
It grew sullen, like a toad
through... (Read full poem)
18. Throwbacks - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1076 times on American Poems.
SOMEWHERE you and I remember we came.
Stairways from the sea and our heads dripping.
Ladders of dust and mud and our hair snarled.
Rags of drenching mist and our hands clawing, climbing.
You and I that snickered in the crotches and corners, in the... (Read full poem)
19. The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) - written by Robinson Jeffers
Published in 1941.
Read 1843 times on American Poems.
This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice.
A man of genius: that is, of amazing
Ability, courage, devotion, cored on a sick child's soul,
Heard clearly through the dog wrath, a sick child
Wailing in Danzig; invoking destruction and... (Read full poem)
21. Horse Fiddle - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 3015 times on American Poems.
FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind.
Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and read down the river valley on a late summer afternoon, reading it in less than a whisper to Jack on... (Read full poem)
22. The Great Figure - written by William Carlos Williams
Read 8848 times on American Poems.
Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
Click here to view a painting inspired by this poem:
"I Saw The Figure 5 In Gold"... (Read full poem)
24. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 6121 times on American Poems.
I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And... (Read full poem)
25. The Rain - written by Robert Creeley
Read 5490 times on American Poems.
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something... (Read full poem)
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