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The term "baby chick poem" has been searched for 51 times on the American Poems site since May 28th, 2005.
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1. Gone - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems.
Read 3246 times on American Poems.
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed... (Read full poem)
2. Baby Vamps - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 2847 times on American Poems.
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the day time or is this all you do? do you come out only at night?
In the winter at the skating rinks, in... (Read full poem)
3. Poem - written by Donald Justice
Read 46426 times on American Poems.
This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.
Even while you sit there, unmovable,
You have begun to vanish. And it does no matter.
The poem will... (Read full poem)
4. shapeshifter poems - written by Lucille Clifton
From Next.
Read 10539 times on American Poems.
1
the legend is whispered
in the women's tent
how the moon when she rises
full
follows some men into themselves
and changes them there
the season is short
but dreadful shapeshifters
they wear strange hands
they walk through the... (Read full poem)
5. The Pattern - written by Russell Edson
Read 1366 times on American Poems.
A women had given birth to an old man.
He cried to have again been caught in the pattern.
Oh well, he sighed as he took her breast to his mouth.
The woman is happy to have her baby, even if it is old.
Probably it got mislaid in the baby... (Read full poem)
6. Your Dog Dies - written by Raymond Carver
Read 37971 times on American Poems.
it gets run over by a van.
you find it at the side of the road
and bury it.
you feel bad about it.
you feel bad personally,
but you feel bad for your daughter
because it was her pet,
and she loved it so.
she used to croon to it
and let it... (Read full poem)
7. Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing - written by William Stafford
Read 10736 times on American Poems.
The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old
quarry, where the river shrugs--
how much of... (Read full poem)
8. Introduction To Poetry - written by Billy Collins
From The Apple that Astonished Paris.
Published in 1988.
Read 10026 times on American Poems.
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I... (Read full poem)
9. Mingus At The Showplace - written by William Matthews
Read 581 times on American Poems.
I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem
and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
poetry worked: you digested experience shat
literature. It was 1960 at The Showplace, long since
defunct,... (Read full poem)
10. Ars Poetica - written by Archibald MacLeish
Read 7925 times on American Poems.
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)
11. Glass - written by Robert Francis
Read 3168 times on American Poems.
Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.
A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.
Words should... (Read full poem)
12. Glass - written by Robert Francis
Read 2640 times on American Poems.
Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.
A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem or its absence.
Words should be... (Read full poem)
14. From an Atlas of the Difficult World - written by Adrienne Rich
Read 11960 times on American Poems.
I know you are reading this poem
late, before leaving your office
of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window
in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet
long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem
standing up in... (Read full poem)
15. The Crying Room - written by Lee Upton
Read 540 times on American Poems.
The church had a crying room—
up at the opposite side of the altar.
Good for the baby.
It was glass on all sides like a tank.
A microphone brought in the priest’s voice.
From the crying room we could see
how things happened backstage:
someone... (Read full poem)
16. August 15 - written by David Lehman
Read 975 times on American Poems.
My new Web site is dropdead.com
It's interactive you get to choose how
you'll die, where, and at what age
and it'll still come as a complete
surprise to you I guarantee
but let's not get morbid it's a game
it's more fun than bullshit.com and a lot... (Read full poem)
17. the lost baby poem - written by Lucille Clifton
Read 2850 times on American Poems.
the time i dropped your almost body down
down to meet the waters under the city
and run one with the sewage to the sea
what did i know about waters rushing back
what did i know about drowning
or being drowned
you would have been born in... (Read full poem)
18. The Poem You Asked For - written by Larry Levis
From Wrecking Crew, University of Pittsburgh Press .
Published in 1972.
Read 3114 times on American Poems.
My poem would eat nothing.
I tried giving it water
but it said no,
worrying me.
Day after day,
I held it up to the llight,
turning it over,
but it only pressed its lips
more tightly together.
It grew sullen, like a toad
through... (Read full poem)
19. Little Brown Baby - written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Read 2621 times on American Poems.
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's es du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an'... (Read full poem)
20. The Hangman at Home - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 3171 times on American Poems.
WHAT does the hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a
Plate of ham and eggs, do they ask
Him if it was a good day’s work
And everything went well or do... (Read full poem)
21. Hey Baby - written by Maggie Estep
Read 2262 times on American Poems.
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl)
I was having a foul day. Some
geezer harrassed me on the street and I got completely bent out of shape,
but the guy was huge so I just stuffed my retort. Went home to drink
coffee. No milk. I... (Read full poem)
23. Baby Face - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 3208 times on American Poems.
WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the... (Read full poem)
24. Chicks - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 1758 times on American Poems.
THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and enters another oval world.
“Cheep … cheep … cheep” is the salutation of the newcomer, the emigrant, the casual at the gates of the new world.... (Read full poem)
25. Dream Song 131: Come touch me baby in his waking dream - written by John Berryman
From His Toy, His Dream, His Rest.
Published in 1968.
Read 977 times on American Poems.
Come touch me baby in his waking dream
disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel
and that will hurt your mind
I can't remember when you were unkind
but I will clear that block, I'll set you on fire
along with our babies
to save them... (Read full poem)
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