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The term "r browning" has been searched for 432 times on the American Poems site since March 29th, 2005.
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1. Elizabeth Barrett Browning - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 1140 times on American Poems.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in her day.
With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.)
She was trying to think of something nice to say,
So she pointed to a page by her fellow star and... (Read full poem)
2. Momus - written by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Read 516 times on American Poems.
"Where's the need of singing now?"--
Smooth your brow,
Momus, and be reconciled.
For king Kronos is a child--
Child and father,
Or god rather,
And all gods are wild.
"Who reads Byron any more?"--
Shut the door
Momus, for I... (Read full poem)
3. Iconography Says - written by Reginald Shepherd
Read 371 times on American Poems.
In that year I was perfect
and in mourning
Blue glass tends to replace
lapis, I look out and it's
winter: from my window
I see only afternoons, white
silent trumpet flowers, each
abiding in its proper exile, come
to better terms, wrong air
where... (Read full poem)
4. Elijah Browning - written by Edgar Lee Masters
Read 366 times on American Poems.
I was among multitudes of children
Dancing at the foot of a mountain.
A breeze blew out of the east and swept them as leaves,
Driving some up the slopes.... All was changed.
Here were flying lights, and mystic moons, and dream-music.
A cloud... (Read full poem)
5. Manitoba Childe Roland - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 1786 times on American Poems.
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf
song under the eaves.
I sat in a leather rocker and read to a six-year-old girl the Browning poem, Childe
Roland to the Dark Tower Came.
And her eyes... (Read full poem)
6. Berck-Plage - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems.
Published in 1962.
Read 2306 times on American Poems.
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This is the sea, then, this great abeyance.
How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation.
Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped from the freeze
By pale girls, travel the air in scorched hands.
Why is it so quiet, what are they hiding?
I... (Read full poem)
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