1. The Road Not Taken - written by Robert Frost
From Mountain Interval. Published in 1916. Read 274475 times on American Poems.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better... (Read full poem)

I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks.
They are canopied like a Persian dome
And carpeted with orient... (Read full poem)

3. Air - written by W.S. Merwin
Read 3477 times on American Poems.

Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which has a strange sound.

This way the dust, that way the dust.
I listen to both sides
But I keep right on.
I remember the leaves sitting in judgment
And then... (Read full poem)

All roads that lead to God are good.
What matters it, your faith, or mine?
Both centre at the goal divine
Of love’s eternal Brotherhood.

The kindly life in house or street –
The life of prayer and mystic rite –
The student’s search for truth... (Read full poem)

5. My wheel is in the dark! - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 11214 times on American Poems.

My wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.

My foot is on the Tide!
An unfrequented road --
Yet have all roads
A clearing at the end --

Some have resigned the Loom --
Some in the busy tomb
Find... (Read full poem)

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Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings!
As before a storm one hears the leaves whispering
And marks each small change in the atmosphere,
So... (Read full poem)

7. Vehicles - written by W.S. Merwin
Read 906 times on American Poems.

This is a place on the way after the distances
     can no longer be kept straight here in this dark corner
of the barn a mound of wheels has convened along
     raveling courses to stop in a single moment
and lie down as still as the chariots of... (Read full poem)

Seen my lady home las' night, 
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,
Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,
An' a smile go flittin' by --
Jump back,... (Read full poem)

9. With Ruins - written by Li-Young Lee
Read 873 times on American Poems.

Choose a quiet
place, a ruins, a house no more
a house,
under whose stone archway I stood
one day to duck the rain.

The roofless floor, vertical
studs, eight wood columns
supporting nothing,
two staircases careening to nowhere, all
make... (Read full poem)

The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that none has passed here
In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at... (Read full poem)

11. Adam's Complaint - written by Denise Levertov
Read 1635 times on American Poems.

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
 
The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.
 
The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.
 
You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to... (Read full poem)

Florida

An Airedale rolling through green frost,
cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves 
at whom, petulant waves breaking at my feet. 
I ran from them. Nights, yellow lights 
scoured sand. What was ever found 
but women in skirts folded... (Read full poem)

13. The Temple - written by Kenneth Patchen
Read 484 times on American Poems.

To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising.
Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts
Conveying folk to weddings and to murders;
Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander
In the dark of the world like whipped... (Read full poem)

IF you never came with a pigeon rainbow purple
Shining in the six o’clock September dusk:
If the red sumach on the autumn roads
Never danced on the flame of your eyelashes:
If the red-haws never burst in a million
Crimson fingertwists of your... (Read full poem)

15. Hours Continuing Long. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass. Published in 1900. Read 2179 times on American Poems.

HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, 
Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself,
    leaning
	my face in my hands; 
Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly the... (Read full poem)

I like to see it lap the Miles --
And lick the Valleys up --
And stop to feed itself at Tanks --
And then -- prodigious step

Around a Pile of Mountains --
And supercilious peer
In Shanties -- by the sides of Roads --
And then a Quarry pare

To fit... (Read full poem)

17. Long, too Long, O Land! - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass. Published in 1900. Read 3815 times on American Poems.

LONG, too long, O land, 
Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn’d from joys and prosperity only; 
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish—advancing, grappling with direst
    fate,
	and
	recoiling not; 
And now to... (Read full poem)

"Hill of Jews," says one, 
named for a cemetery 
long gone."Hill of Jove," 
says another, and maybe 
Jove stalked here 
once or rests now 
where so many lie 
who felt God swell 
the earth and burn 
along the edges 
of their breath. 
Almost seventy... (Read full poem)

19. Sonnet 01 - written by Alan Seeger
Read 562 times on American Poems.

Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance 
Came to its precious and most perfect flower, 
Whether you tourneyed with victorious lance 
Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella's bower, 
I give myself some credit for the way 
I have kept clean of what... (Read full poem)

Dawn coming in over the fields 
of darkness takes me by surprise 
and I look up from my solitary road 
pleased not to be alone, the birds 
now choiring from the orange groves 
huddling to the low hills. But sorry 
that this night has ended, a night... (Read full poem)

21. An altered look about the hills - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 3272 times on American Poems.

An altered look about the hills --
A Tyrian light the village fills --
A wider sunrise in the morn --
A deeper twilight on the lawn --
A print of a vermillion foot --
A purple finger on the slope --
A flippant fly upon the pane --
A spider at his... (Read full poem)

JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June.
Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois
Filled the arch of night with young bullfrog songs.
Infinite mathematical metronomic croaks rose and spoke,
Rose and sang, rose in a choir of... (Read full poem)

23. Bayonet - written by Anne Sexton
Read 2595 times on American Poems.

What can I do with this bayonet?
Make a rose bush of it?
Poke it into the moon?
Shave my legs with its silver?
Spear a goldfish?
No. No.

It was made
in my dream
for you.
My eyes were closed.
I was curled fetally
and yet I held a bayonet
that was... (Read full poem)

WE two boys together clinging, 
One the other never leaving, 
Up and down the roads going—North and South excursions making, 
Power enjoying—elbows stretching—fingers clutching, 
Arm’d and fearless—eating, drinking,... (Read full poem)

25. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2743 times on American Poems.

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree --
Another -- on the Roof --
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves --
And made the Gables laugh --

A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea --
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls --
What Necklace could be... (Read full poem)