1. So I pull my Stockings off - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1622 times on American Poems.

So I pull my Stockings off
Wading in the Water
For the Disobedience' Sake
Boy that lived for "or'ter"

Went to Heaven perhaps at Death
And perhaps he didn't
Moses wasn't fairly used --
Ananias wasn't --(Read full poem)

From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
from the imagination finding
itself and more than itself
alone and more than alone
at the bottom of the well where the moon lives,
can you pull me

into December? a lowland
of space, perception of... (Read full poem)

3. 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)

The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed... (Read full poem)

5. River Moons - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1985 times on American Poems.

THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last... (Read full poem)

whatever slid into my mother's room that 
late june night, tapping her great belly,
summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling. 
is this the moon, my father used to grin.
cradling me? it was the moon 
but nobody knew it then.

the moon... (Read full poem)

7. Meditation By The Stove - written by Linda Pastan
From Carnival Evening. Published in 1998. Read 920 times on American Poems.

I have banked the fires
of my body
into a small but steady blaze
here in the kitchen
where the dough has a life of its own,
breathing under its damp cloth
like a sleeping child;
where the real child plays under the table,
pretending the tablecloth... (Read full poem)

Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Neither -- said the Moon --
That is best which is not -- Achieve it --
You efface the Sheen.

Not of detention is Fruition --
Shudder to attain.
Transport's decomposition follows --
He is Prism born.(Read full poem)

9. Tonight - written by Sara Teasdale
Read 2732 times on American Poems.

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
 The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
 And I for you.

The moon is a flower without a stem,
 The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
 To-night for us.(Read full poem)

Slipping softly through the sky
Little horned, happy moon,
Can you hear me up so high?
Will you come down soon?
On my nursery window-sill
Will you stay your steady flight?
And then float away with me
Through the summer night?
Brushing over... (Read full poem)

11. 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)

LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene; 
Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple; 
On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide, 
Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.(Read full poem)

13. Ah, Moon -- and Star! - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 4737 times on American Poems.

Ah, Moon -- and Star!
You are very far --
But were no one
Farther than you --
Do you think I'd stop
For a Firmament --
Or a Cubit -- or so?

I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark --
And a Chamois' Silver Boot --
And a stirrup of an Antelope --
And be... (Read full poem)

LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.
Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures.
      The moon’s good-by ends pictures.
The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk at all now.
      Only dark listening to... (Read full poem)

15. Moon And Sea - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1119 times on American Poems.

You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: 
The tide of hope swells high within my breast, 
And hides the rough dark rocks of life’s unrest
When your fond eyes smile near in perigee.
But when that loving face is turned from me, 
Low falls the... (Read full poem)

I sang to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers.
     I sang
O reckless free-hearted
          free-throated rythms,
Even the moon remembers them
     And is kind to me.(Read full poem)

17. The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 1035 times on American Poems.

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)

MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it,
O mooney moon, yellow half moon,
Up over the green pines and gray elms,
Up in the new blue.
  
  Streel, streel,
White lacey mist sheets of cloud,
Streel in the blowing of the wind,
Streel over the... (Read full poem)

19. The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again - written by Richard Brautigan
Read 3198 times on American Poems.

I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, 
thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry 
I made you unhappy, but there was nothing 
I could do about it because I have to be free. 
Perhaps everything would have been different 
if you had stayed at the table or... (Read full poem)

THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west.
A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon.
One yellow star for a runner, and rows of blue stars for more runners, keep a... (Read full poem)

21. Suzanne - written by William Carlos Williams
From The Clouds. Published in 1948. Read 2932 times on American Poems.

Brother Paul! look!
—but he rushes to a different
window.
The moon!

I heard shrieks and thought:
What's that?

That's just Suzanne
talking to the moon!
Pounding on the window
with both fists:

     Paul!     Paul!

—and talking to the... (Read full poem)

From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
'O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up... (Read full poem)

23. The Silver Lily - written by Louise Gluck
Read 1012 times on American Poems.

The nights have grown cool again, like the nights
Of early spring, and quiet again. Will
Speech disturb you? We're
Alone now; we have no reason for silence.

Can you see, over the garden-the full moon rises.
I won't see the next full... (Read full poem)

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)

25. Evening Song - written by Jean Toomer
Read 1352 times on American Poems.

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,
Lakes and moon and fires,
Cloine tires,
Holding her lips apart. 

Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon,
Miracle made vesper-keeps,
Cloine sleeps,
And I'll be sleeping... (Read full poem)