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The term "Zodiac Symbols" has been searched for 170 times on the American Poems site since November 17th, 2004.
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1. Baccalaureate - written by Archibald MacLeish
Read 1582 times on American Poems.
A year or two, and grey Euripides,
And Horace and a Lydia or so,
And Euclid and the brush of Angelo,
Darwin on man, Vergilius on bees,
The nose and Dialogues of Socrates,
Don Quixote, Hudibras and Trinculo,
How worlds are spawned and... (Read full poem)
2. The Products of my Farm are these - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1927 times on American Poems.
The Products of my Farm are these
Sufficient for my Own
And here and there a Benefit
Unto a Neighbor's Bin.
With Us, 'tis Harvest all the Year
For when the Frosts begin
We just reverse the Zodiac
And fetch the Acres in.(Read full poem)
3. It will be Summer -- eventually. - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 2724 times on American Poems.
It will be Summer -- eventually.
Ladies -- with parasols --
Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes --
And little Girls -- with Dolls --
Will tint the pallid landscape --
As 'twere a bright Bouquet --
Thro' drifted deep, in Parian --
The Village lies --... (Read full poem)
4. Stroke - written by Heather McHugh
Read 445 times on American Poems.
The literate are ill-prepared for this
snap in the line of life:
the day turns a trick
of twisted tongues and is
untiable, the month by no mere root
moon-ridden, and the yearly eloquences yielding more
than summer's part of speech times four. We... (Read full poem)
5. A Letter to Her Husband - written by Anne Bradstreet
Read 3730 times on American Poems.
Absent upon Public Employment
My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?
So many steps, head from the heart to... (Read full poem)
6. i am a little church - written by e.e. cummings
Read 21608 times on American Poems.
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are... (Read full poem)
7. A Rhyme About an Electrical Advertising Sign - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 4629 times on American Poems.
I LOOK on the specious electrical light
Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white,
Wickedly red or malignantly green
Like the beads of a young Senegambian queen.
Showing, while millions of souls hurry on,
The virtues of collars, from sunset till... (Read full poem)
8. Refrigerator, 1957 - written by Thomas Lux
Read 1375 times on American Poems.
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out
and on the shelves: not a lot,
and what there is (a boiled potato
in a bag, a chicken carcass
under foil) looking dispirited,
drained, mugged. This is not
a place to go in hope or hunger.
But, just to the... (Read full poem)
9. The Goose Fish - written by Howard Nemerov
Read 1935 times on American Poems.
On the long shore, lit by the moon
To show them properly alone,
Two lovers suddenly embraced
So that their shadows were as one.
The ordinary night was graced
For them by the swift tide of blood
That silently they took at flood,
And for a... (Read full poem)
10. In California During the Gulf War - written by Denise Levertov
Read 2378 times on American Poems.
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,
certain airy white blossoms punctually
reappeared, and dense clusters of pale pink, dark... (Read full poem)
11. Non-Stop - written by James Tate
Read 2897 times on American Poems.
It seemed as if the enormous journey
was finally approaching its conclusion.
From the window of the train
the last trees were dissipating,
a child-like sailor waved once,
a seal-like dog barked and died.
The conductor entered the lavatory
and was... (Read full poem)
13. Niagara - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 661 times on American Poems.
I
Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
Like ants they worry to and fro,
(Important men, in Buffalo.)
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play:
Niagara, Niagara.
The women buy their lace and cry:... (Read full poem)
14. A Benediction Of The Air - written by John Williams
From First Things.
Read 958 times on American Poems.
In every presence there is absence.
When we're together, the spaces between
Threaten to enclose our bodies
And isolate our spirits.
The mirror reflects what we are not,
And we wonder if our mate
Suspects a fatal misreading
Of our original text,
Not... (Read full poem)
15. Ode To Meaning - written by Robert Pinsky
Read 2146 times on American Poems.
Dire one and desired one,
Savior, sentencer--
In an old allegory you would carry
A chained alphabet of tokens:
Ankh Badge Cross.
Dragon,
Engraved figure guarding a hallowed intaglio,
Jasper kinema of legendary Mind,
Naked omphalos pierced
By... (Read full poem)
16. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust.
Published in 1917.
Read 1197 times on American Poems.
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only,
'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .'
You... (Read full poem)
17. Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny - written by Conrad Aiken
From Senlin: A Biography.
Published in 1918.
Read 1617 times on American Poems.
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Senlin sat before us and we heard him.
He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him.
Was he small, with reddish hair,
Did he light his pipe with a meditative stare
And a twinkling flame reflected in blue eyes?
'I am alone': said Senlin; 'in a... (Read full poem)
18. Inheritance—His - written by Audre Lorde
From The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance, publ. W.W. Norton.
Published in 1992.
Read 1661 times on American Poems.
I.
My face resembles your face
less and less each day. When I was young
no one mistook whose child I was.
Features build coloring
alone among my creamy fine-boned sisters
marked me Byron's daughter.
No sun set when you died, but a door
opened onto... (Read full poem)
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