1. Wind - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Read 4706 times on American Poems.

He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North,... (Read full poem)

WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myself and all drowsing? 
What deepening twilight! scum floating atop of the waters! 
Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, askant in the Capitol? 
What a filthy Presidentiad! (O south, your torrid suns! O north,... (Read full poem)

3. The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2553 times on American Poems.

The Sun and Moon must make their haste --
The Stars express around
For in the Zones of Paradise
The Lord alone is burned --

His Eye, it is the East and West --
The North and South when He
Do concentrate His Countenance
Like Glow Worms, flee away... (Read full poem)

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy 
North . . . Wind .... (Read full poem)

5. Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1408 times on American Poems.

Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated --
Blameless of a Name --
Efflorescence of a Sunset --
Reproduced -- the same --

Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing
Should endow the Day --
Not a Topic of a Twilight --
Show itself away --

Who for tilling -- to the... (Read full poem)

TO the East and to the West; 
To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania, 
To the Kanadian of the North—to the Southerner I love; 
These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myself—the germs are in all men; 
I believe the main... (Read full poem)

7. New England Mind - written by Robert Francis
Read 434 times on American Poems.

My mind matches this understand land.
Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift,
Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift
Are facts that I accept and understand.

I have brought in red berries and green boughs-
Berries of black... (Read full poem)

THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white riders
On the walls that held and counted the hours
The wind lasted.
  
Two landbirds looked on and the north and the east
Looked on and the wind poured cups of foam
And the evening began.
  
The old men... (Read full poem)

9. The South Wind Say So - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1550 times on American Poems.

IF the oriole calls like last year
when the south wind sings in the oats,
if the leaves climb and climb on a bean pole
saying over a song learnt from the south wind,
if the crickets send up the same old lessons
found when the south wind keeps on... (Read full poem)

Here where the wind is always north-north-east
And children learn to walk on frozen toes,
Wonder begets an envy of all those
Who boil elsewhere with such a lyric yeast
Of love that you will hear them at a feast
Where demons would appeal for... (Read full poem)

11. Mal Agueros - written by Nick Carbo
Read 625 times on American Poems.

If you come to Mojacar
and peel open an orange full of worms,
count how many there are because
those are the days it will take for your body
to decompose after you are buried.

If you come to Mojacar
and find a small green snake with its... (Read full poem)

One sweet pound of filet mignon
sizzles on the roadside. Let's say a hundred yards below
the buzzard. The buzzard
sees no cars or other buzzards
between the mountain range due north
and the horizon to the south
and across the desert west and east
no... (Read full poem)

13. Whirls - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1476 times on American Poems.

NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar—respectably in Boston—these—nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice—decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore.
  
Cinders—these—hissing in a marl and lime of Chicago—also... (Read full poem)

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)

15. 90 North - written by Randall Jarrell
Read 2155 times on American Poems.

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.

There in the childish night my... (Read full poem)

here comes the fishhead singing
here comes the baked potato in drag
here comes nothing to do all day long
here comes another night of no sleep
here comes the phone wringing the wrong tone
here comes a termite with a banjo
here comes a flagpole with... (Read full poem)

17. Diagnosis - written by Terence Winch
From The Drift of Things. Published in 2001. Read 1042 times on American Poems.

for David Lehman

I woke up this morning feeling
incredibly Gorky. So I made an appointment
to see my Doctorow. He said my Hemingways
looked a little swollen and sent me to
get an M.R. James and a complete Shakespeare.
By that time, I began... (Read full poem)

As Watchers hang upon the East,
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread --
As brooks in deserts babble sweet
On ear too far for the delight,
Heaven beguiles the tired.

As that same watcher, when the East
Opens the lid of Amethyst
And... (Read full poem)

19. These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1614 times on American Poems.

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
Her invitation broad
To Whosoever famishing
To taste her mystic Bread --

These are the rites of Nature's House --
The Hospitality
That opens with an equal width
To Beggar and to Bee

For Sureties of her... (Read full poem)

Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
Before Me -- Immortality --
Myself -- the Term between --
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin --

'Tis Kingdoms -- afterward -- they say --
In perfect -- pauseless... (Read full poem)

21. The Sunrise runs for Both -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1410 times on American Poems.

The Sunrise runs for Both --
The East -- Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill --
The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Till One Breadth cover Two --
Remotest -- still --

Nor does the Night forget
A Lamp for Each -- to set --
Wicks wide away --
The North -- Her... (Read full poem)

TO the leaven’d soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last; 
(Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, 
But forth from my tent emerging for good—loosing, untying the tent-ropes;) 
In the freshness, the forenoon air, in the... (Read full poem)

23. The Wind took up the Northern Things - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1246 times on American Poems.

The Wind took up the Northern Things
And piled them in the south --
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth

The four Divisions of the Earth
Did make as to devour
While everything to corners slunk
Behind the awful power --

The Wind... (Read full poem)

It rises -- passes -- on our South
Inscribes a simple Noon  --
Cajoles a Moment with the Spires
And infinite is gone --(Read full poem)

25. South Winds jostle them - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1994 times on American Poems.

South Winds jostle them --
Bumblebees come --
Hover -- hesitate --
Drink, and are gone --

Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere --
I -- softly plucking,
Present them here!(Read full poem)