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The term "palm of my hand frost" has been searched for 34 times on the American Poems site since December 14th, 2004.
Search Results: 10 poets and 25 poems matched this query.
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1. The Gift - written by Li-Young Lee
From Rose.
Published in 1986.
Read 3165 times on American Poems.
To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he'd removed
the iron sliver I thought I'd die from.
I can't remember the tale,
but... (Read full poem)
2. Did We abolish Frost - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1910 times on American Poems.
Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --(Read full poem)
3. The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 2238 times on American Poems.
The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
"Secure your Flower" said he.
Like Sailors fighting with a Leak
We fought Mortality.
Our passive Flower we held to Sea --
To Mountain -- To the Sun --
Yet even on his Scarlet shelf
To crawl the Frost begun... (Read full poem)
4. As Frost is best conceived - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1225 times on American Poems.
As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result --
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect --
If when the sun reveal,
The Garden keep the Gash --
If as the Days resume
The wilted countenance
Cannot correct the crease
Or counteract the stain... (Read full poem)
5. Lorena - written by Lucille Clifton
Read 534 times on American Poems.
it lay in my palm soft and trembled
as a new bird and i thought about
authority and how it always insisted
on itself, how it was master
of the man, how it measured him, never
was ignored or denied, and how it promised
there would be sweetness... (Read full poem)
6. The Space Heater - written by Sharon Olds
From The New Yorker.
Read 1352 times on American Poems.
On the then-below-zero day, it was on,
near the patients' chair, the old heater
kept by the analyst's couch, at the end,
like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot
of my father's grave. And it was hot, with the almost
laughing satire... (Read full poem)
7. A Postcard From The Volcano - written by Wallace Stevens
From Wallace Stevens: The Palm at the End of the Mind Selected Poems and a Play.
Published in 1936.
Read 3158 times on American Poems.
Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;
And that in autumn, when the grapes
Made sharp air sharper by their smell
These had a being, breathing frost;
And least will guess that with our... (Read full poem)
9. The Frost was never seen -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1318 times on American Poems.
The Frost was never seen --
If met, too rapid passed,
Or in too unsubstantial Team --
The Flowers notice first
A Stranger hovering round
A Symptom of alarm
In Villages remotely set
But search effaces him
Till some retrieveless Night
Our Vigilance... (Read full poem)
10. When the Frost is on the Punkin - written by James Whitcomb Riley
From Complete Works.
Published in 1916.
Read 6147 times on American Poems.
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the... (Read full poem)
11. As Adam, Early in the Morning. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass.
Published in 1900.
Read 3313 times on American Poems.
AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body. 5(Read full poem)
12. Dream Song 37: Three around the Old Gentleman - written by John Berryman
From 77 Dream Songs.
Published in 1964.
Read 638 times on American Poems.
His malice was a pimple down his good
big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry
Mr Frost has left:
I like it so less I don't understood—
he couldn't hear or see well—all we sift—
but this is a bad story.
He had fine... (Read full poem)
13. All That Love Asks - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1283 times on American Poems.
All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more... (Read full poem)
14. The Touch - written by Anne Sexton
Read 6880 times on American Poems.
For months my hand was sealed off
in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings.
Perhaps it is bruised, I thought,
and that is why they have locked it up.
You could tell time by this, I thought,
like a clock, by its five knuckles
and the... (Read full poem)
15. The Sudden Light And The Trees - written by Stephen Dunn
From Stephen Dunn -- New and Selected Poems 1974 - 1994.
Read 1186 times on American Poems.
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog
and wife beater.
In bad dreams I killed him
and once, in the consequential light of day,
I called the Humane Society
about Blue, his dog. They took her away
and I readied myself, a baseball bat
inside my... (Read full poem)
16. Love And Death - written by Sara Teasdale
Read 3446 times on American Poems.
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember,... (Read full poem)
17. A Song of the Road - written by James Whitcomb Riley
Read 1347 times on American Poems.
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,
You'll have me, too, the side o' you, with heart as light as air;
No care for where the road you take's a-leadin' anywhere,--
It can but be a joyful ja'nt whilst you journey there.... (Read full poem)
18. How Much Earth - written by Philip Levine
Read 556 times on American Poems.
Torn into light, you woke wriggling
on a woman's palm. Halved, quartered,
shredded to the wind, you were the life
that thrilled along the underbelly
of a stone. Stilled in the frozen pond
you rinsed heaven with a sigh.
How much earth is a... (Read full poem)
19. Blue Shards In Palm Of Hand - written by Stanley Gemmell
Read 735 times on American Poems.
Cimodo dragon luxuriant in purple scales
twist and sliver lashed about twitch
of Sunlight on green grass
beneath slow moving, low and compact white clouds
like drugged ships move insensibly upon massive azure
Eye of dragon to my love of the... (Read full poem)
20. A High-Toned Old Christian Woman - written by Wallace Stevens
Read 3162 times on American Poems.
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But... (Read full poem)
21. February Morning - written by Hayden Carruth
Read 1256 times on American Poems.
The old man takes a nap
too soon in the morning.
His coffee cup grows cold.
Outside the snow falls fast.
He'll not go out today.
Others must clear the way
to the car and the shed.
Open upon his lap
lie the poems of Mr. Frost.
Somehow... (Read full poem)
22. Ornithology for Beginners - written by Dorothy Parker
From Death and Taxes.
Published in 1931.
Read 4187 times on American Poems.
The bird that feeds from off my palm
Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
But double, to me, is worth the thrush
A-flickering in the elder-bush.(Read full poem)
23. Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 2026 times on American Poems.
And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less... (Read full poem)
24. Sheltered Garden - written by H. D.
Read 6020 times on American Poems.
I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest--
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.
I have had enough--
border-pinks, clove-pinks,... (Read full poem)
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