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The term "pale reflection of you" has been searched for 34 times on the American Poems site since February 28th, 2005.
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6. Reflection On Caution - written by Ogden Nash
Read 2821 times on American Poems.
Affection is a noble quality;
It leads to generosity and jollity.
But it also leads to breach of promise
If you go around lavishing it on red-hot momise.(Read full poem)
7. THE BRIDGE - written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems.
Read 3859 times on American Poems.
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea.
And... (Read full poem)
8. a pretty a day - written by e.e. cummings
Read 102717 times on American Poems.
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)
9. Medusa - written by Louise Bogan
From Body of This Death.
Published in 1923.
Read 2477 times on American Poems.
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.
When the bare eyes were before me
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a... (Read full poem)
10. In the Garden of Inquientantes - written by Joseph Mayo Wristen
From Dead Dreams.
Published in 2001.
Read 1246 times on American Poems.
the walls of a city
in the background
a walkway leading
to a scene where the sky is green
a reflection found in an artist’s mirror
abstract pictures of people
without faces
colors
immersed
between beams of... (Read full poem)
11. Winter Landscape, With Rooks - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems.
Published in 1956.
Read 2310 times on American Poems.
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
plunges headlong into that black pond
where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan
floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind
which hungers to haul the white reflection down.
The austere... (Read full poem)
12. The Little Old Lady in Lavender Silk - written by Dorothy Parker
From Death and Taxes.
Published in 1931.
Read 5932 times on American Poems.
I was seventy-seven, come August,
I shall shortly be losing my bloom;
I've experienced zephyr and raw gust
And (symbolical) flood and simoom.
When you come to this time of abatement,
To this passing from Summer to Fall,
It is manners to issue a... (Read full poem)
13. The trees in the garden rained flowers. - written by Stephen Crane
From War is Kind & Other Lines.
Published in 1899.
Read 5586 times on American Poems.
The trees in the garden rained flowers.
Children ran there joyously.
They gathered the flowers
Each to himself.
Now there were some
Who gathered great heaps --
Having opportunity and skill --
Until, behold, only chance blossoms
Remained for the... (Read full poem)
14. The Maldive Shark - written by Herman Melville
Read 2215 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)
15. My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 815 times on American Poems.
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)
16. Thinking of You - written by Joseph Mayo Wristen
From Painting with Words.
Read 7380 times on American Poems.
a leaf falling in the air
from the time it leaves
the branch of the tree
to the time it touches
the ground I will
have thought of you
my love, a thousand times
my hand resting against jagged rock
our life nettled above velvet... (Read full poem)
17. 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)
18. Alba - written by Ezra Pound
Read 7391 times on American Poems.
As cool as the pale wet leaves
of lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.(Read full poem)
20. Iowa & Other Accidents - written by Kate Northrop
From Back Through Interruption.
Published in 2002.
Read 271 times on American Poems.
There was snow that afternoon covering the road
which twisted toward the secret
of water, the mysterious surge
of sludge & loam, the living
Mississippi, unlike the rest of the Midwest,
drawing itself through landscape. There was an... (Read full poem)
22. 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)
23. seeker of visions - written by Lucille Clifton
Read 659 times on American Poems.
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)
24. A Moth the hue of this - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1514 times on American Poems.
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)
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