1. Cousin Nancy - written by T.S. Eliot
From Prufrock and Other Observations. Published in 1917. Read 5972 times on American Poems.

MISS NANCY ELLICOTT
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them—
The barren New England hills—
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.

Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were... (Read full poem)

NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,
And the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
      Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.(Read full poem)

3. On the Ruins of a Country Inn - written by Philip Freneau
From An American Anthology: 1787-1900. Published in 1900. Read 2122 times on American Poems.

WHERE now these mingled ruins lie 
A temple once to Bacchus rose, 
Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, 
Full many a guest forgot his woes. 
  
No more this dome, by tempests torn, 
Affords a social safe retreat; 
But ravens here, with eye... (Read full poem)

The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp
Set fire to the house
They were trying Dr. Duval
For the murder of Zora Clemens,
And I sat in the court two weeks
Listening to every witness.
It was clear he had got her in a family way;
And to let the... (Read full poem)

5. Nancy Knapp - written by Edgar Lee Masters
Read 633 times on American Poems.

Well, don't you see this was the way of it:
We bought the farm with what he inherited,
And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning
His fathers mind against the rest of them.
And we never had any peace with our treasure.
The murrain... (Read full poem)

I Christmas Poem for Nancy

Noel, Noel
We live and we die
Between heaven and hell
Between the earth and the sky
And all shall be well
And all shall be unwell
And once again! all shall once again!
                All shall be well
By the ringing and... (Read full poem)

7. Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer - written by Ogden Nash
Read 6137 times on American Poems.

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and you go into them and all
     you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills,
Which is the rustling of the thousand dollar bills.
Most... (Read full poem)

Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf
Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself.
A part deem'd essential in each lady's dress
With what maidens cry when they wish to say yes.
A lullabye carriage, soft, cozy and light
With... (Read full poem)

9. Farmer, Dying - written by Richard Hugo
Read 690 times on American Poems.

for Hank and Nancy

Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow
from his cough. These limp days, his anger,
legend forty years from moon to Stevensville,
lives on, just barely, in a Great Falls whore.
Cruel times, he cries, cruel winds. His... (Read full poem)

FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
On the kind bosom of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
This known, ye parents, nor her loss deplore,
She feels the iron hand of pain no... (Read full poem)

11. Orange Water, Poem in Letter C. - written by Joseph Mayo Wristen
From Just a Dancing Bear Looking for a Star. Published in 2000. Read 3209 times on American Poems.

I live in this small squared apartment,
motley in design. The reflections
off the street. Outside the cars
on their way to work passing by.

Mrs. Taylor who lives upstairs is going out 
to see her stamp clerk boyfriend today. 
You know... (Read full poem)

The only thing I miss about Los Angeles

is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and
radio blaring
bearing right into the center of the city, the Capitol Tower
on the right, and beyond it, Hollywood Boulevard
blazing

--pimps, surplus... (Read full poem)