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The term "O Bird if winter comes%2C can spring be far behind" has been searched for 109 times on the American Poems site since January 17th, 2005.
Search Results: 9 poets and 25 poems matched this query.
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1. I have a Bird in spring - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 31548 times on American Poems.
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing --
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears --
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown --
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And... (Read full poem)
2. Skating (4) - written by e.e. cummings
Read 10699 times on American Poems.
Spring is past, and Summer's past,
Autumn's come, and going;
Weather seems as though at last
We might get some snowing.
Spring was good, and Summer better,
But the best of all is waiting,-
Madame Winter-don't forget her.-
O
You... (Read full poem)
3. The Daughter Of The Year - written by Ellis Parker Butler
From New England Magazine.
Published in 1897.
Read 327 times on American Poems.
Nature, when she made thee, dear,
Begged the treasures of the year.
For thy cheeks, all pink and white,
Spring gave apple blossoms light;
Summer, for thy matchless eyes,
Gave the azure of her skies;
Autumn spun her gold and red
In a mass of... (Read full poem)
4. anyone lived in a pretty how town - written by e.e. cummings
Read 112961 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)
5. Weird-Bird - written by Shel Silverstein
Read 4477 times on American Poems.
Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just... (Read full poem)
7. Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter - written by Robert Frost
From New Hampshire.
Published in 1923.
Read 6557 times on American Poems.
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was... (Read full poem)
8. Invern - written by Ezra Pound
Read 1664 times on American Poems.
Earth's winter cometh
And I being part of all
And sith the spirit of all moveth in me
I must needs bear earth's winter
Drawn cold and grey with hours
And joying in a momentary sun,
Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh!
Or... (Read full poem)
9. The Oven Bird - written by Robert Frost
From Mountain Interval.
Published in 1916.
Read 10916 times on American Poems.
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
he says the early petal-fall is... (Read full poem)
10. The Willow - written by James Whitcomb Riley
Read 1266 times on American Poems.
Who shall sing a simple ditty about the Willow,
Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray
That dandles high the dainty bird that flutters there to trill a
Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.
Bravest, too, of all the trees!... (Read full poem)
11. Symbol - written by Robert Francis
Read 4711 times on American Poems.
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.
Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.
The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.
None are left upon the trees or on the lawn.
Green and tall as ever it grew in... (Read full poem)
12. A Minor Bird - written by Robert Frost
From West-Running Brook.
Published in 1928.
Read 6242 times on American Poems.
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of... (Read full poem)
13. I Told You - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 548 times on American Poems.
I told you the winter would go, love,
I told you the winter would go,
That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came,
And you smiled when I told you so.
You said the blustering fellow
Would never yield to a breeze,
That his cold, icy... (Read full poem)
14. Premonition At Twilight - written by Philip Levine
From On The Edge.
Published in 1963.
Read 642 times on American Poems.
The magpie in the Joshua tree
Has come to rest. Darkness collects,
And what I cannot hear or see,
Broken limbs, the curious bird,
Become in darkness darkness too.
I had been going when I heard
The sound of something called the night;
I had... (Read full poem)
15. Joy - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1113 times on American Poems.
My heart is like a little bird
That sits and sings for very gladness.
Sorrow is some forgotten word,
And so, except in rhyme, is sadness.
The world is very fair to me –
Such azure skies, such golden weather,
I’m like a long caged bird set... (Read full poem)
16. The Bird With The Dark Plumes - written by Robinson Jeffers
From Cawdor And Other Poems.
Published in 1928.
Read 481 times on American Poems.
The bird with the dark plumes in my blood,
That never for one moment however I patched my truces
Consented to make peace with the people,
It is pitiful now to watch her pleasure In a breath of
tempest
Breaking the sad promise of spring.
Are... (Read full poem)
17. Sweethearts of the Year - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 419 times on American Poems.
Sweetheart Spring
Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly,
Her gliding hands were fire,
Her lilac breath upon our cheeks
Consumed us with desire.
By her our God began to build,
Began to sow and till.
He laid foundations in our loves... (Read full poem)
19. Sacrifices - written by Richard Jones
From The Blessing.
Published in 2000.
Read 913 times on American Poems.
All winter the fire devoured everything --
tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers.
When April finally arrived,
I opened the woodstove one last time
and shoveled the remains of those long cold nights
into a bucket, ash... (Read full poem)
20. It Is A Spring Afternoon - written by Anne Sexton
Read 3039 times on American Poems.
Everything here is yellow and green.
Listen to its throat, its earthskin,
the bone dry voices of the peepers
as they throb like advertisements.
The small animals of the woods
are carrying their deathmasks
into a narrow winter cave.
The scarecrow has... (Read full poem)
22. Wind and Window Flower - written by Robert Frost
From A Boy's Will.
Published in 1913.
Read 14431 times on American Poems.
LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the... (Read full poem)
23. The Lady feeds Her little Bird - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1651 times on American Poems.
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals --
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize
The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore --(Read full poem)
24. Sympathy - written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Read 10550 times on American Poems.
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And... (Read full poem)
25. Monadnock in Early Spring - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass.
Read 1377 times on American Poems.
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all
The little lesser hills which compass thee,
Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy,
Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall
Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call
Of Spring, thy trees flush... (Read full poem)
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