a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie... (Read full poem)

2. The Maldive Shark - written by Herman Melville
Read 2214 times on American Poems.

About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be.
From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw,
They have nothing of harm to dread,
But liquidly glide... (Read full poem)

My lady in her white silk shawl
Is like a lily dim,
Within the twilight of the room
Enthroned and kind and prim.

My lady! Pale gold is her hair.
Until she smiles her face
Is pale with far Hellenic moods,
With thoughts that find no... (Read full poem)

4. The Little Garden - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Read 3205 times on American Poems.

A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
Lies far into the spring.  The sun's pale glow
Is scarcely able to melt patches wide
About the single rose bush.  All denied
Of nature's tender ministries.  But... (Read full poem)

As cool as the pale wet leaves 
of lily-of-the-valley 
She lay beside me in the dawn.(Read full poem)

6. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust. Published in 1917. Read 1115 times on American Poems.

The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city,
Over the pale grey tumbled towers,—
And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls.
Along damp sinuous streets it crawls,
Curls like a dream among the motionless trees
And seems to... (Read full poem)

what does this mean.
to see walking men
wrapped in the color of death,
to hear from their tongue
such difficult syllables?
are they the spirits
of our hope
or the pale ghosts of our future?
who will believe the red road
will not run on... (Read full poem)

8. The New Love - written by Dorothy Parker
From Enough Rope. Published in 1926. Read 4461 times on American Poems.

If it shine or if it rain,
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.

At my door's another lad;
Here's his flower in my hair.
If he see me pale and sad,
Will he see me fair?

I sit looking at the floor.
Little... (Read full poem)

A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.(Read full poem)

10. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 03: One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust. Published in 1917. Read 1253 times on American Poems.

One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,
With wave upon slowly shattering wave,
Turned to the city of towers as evening fell;
And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it;
And saw how the towers darkened against the sky;
And across... (Read full poem)

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
 Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
 Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
 Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we... (Read full poem)

12. White Apples - written by Donald Hall
Read 1644 times on American Poems.

when my father had been dead a week
I woke with his voice in my ear 
I sat up in bed

and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes (Read full poem)

She is neither pink nor pale,
        And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
        And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
        In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of... (Read full poem)

14. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 01: The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust. Published in 1917. Read 985 times on American Poems.

The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea.
The walls and towers are warmed and gleam.
Sounds go drowsily up from streets and wharves.
The city stirs like one that is half in dream.

And the mist flows up by dazzling walls and windows,
Where one... (Read full poem)

It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
Since you have come this place has hovered round me,
This fabrication built of autumn roses,
Then there's a goldish colour, different.

And one gropes in these things as delicate
Algæ reach up and out,... (Read full poem)

16. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust. Published in 1917. Read 983 times on American Poems.

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken... (Read full poem)

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken... (Read full poem)

18. What Semiramis Said - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 1154 times on American Poems.

THE moon's a steaming chalice, 
Of honey and venom-wine. 
A little of it sipped by night 
Makes the long hours divine. 
But oh, my reckless lovers, 
They drain the cup and wail, 
Die at my feet with shaking limbs 
And tender lips all pale. 
Above... (Read full poem)

Your picture smiles as first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came.

Give me an amulet
That keeps intelligence with you,
Red when you love, and rosier red,
And when you love... (Read full poem)

20. The Mound by the Lake - written by Herman Melville
Read 1133 times on American Poems.

The grass shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing it in the sun
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household work undone - 
Duly the wayside table... (Read full poem)

He halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said;
And truly it was fair... (Read full poem)

22. Convalescent - written by Dorothy Parker
From Enough Rope. Published in 1926. Read 2262 times on American Poems.

How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?
Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping;
What if I should meet Love, once again?

What if I met him, walking on the highway?
Let him see how lightly I... (Read full poem)

The night smoothes out its black tarp,
tacks it to the sky with stars.
Lake waves slap the bank, define
a shoreline as one man casts
his seine into the unseen,
lifts the net's pale bloom, lets spill
of threadfin fill the live well.
Soon that squared... (Read full poem)

24. Gray Room - written by Wallace Stevens
Read 1779 times on American Poems.

Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red... (Read full poem)

Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter;
Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad;
Hebe's arms were rather whiter;
Languorous-lidded Helen had

Eyes more blue than e'er the sky was;
Lalage's was subtler stuff;
Still, you used to think that I was
Fair... (Read full poem)