1. Dove Sta Amore - written by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Read 2115 times on American Poems.

Dove sta amore
Where lies love
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
The ring dove love
In lyrical delight
Hear love's hillsong
Love's true willsong
Love's low plainsong
Too sweet painsong
In passages of night
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
The ring dove... (Read full poem)

Once more, my now bewildered Dove
Bestirs her puzzled wings
Once more her mistress, on the deep
Her troubled question flings --

Thrice to the floating casement
The Patriarch's bird returned,
Courage! My brave Columbia!
There may yet be land(Read full poem)

3. Parable Of The Dove - written by Louise Gluck
From Meadowlands. Published in 1996. Read 1931 times on American Poems.

A dove lived in a village.
When it opened its mouth
sweetness came out, sound
like a silver light around
the cherry bough. But
the dove wasn't satisfied.

It saw the villagers
gathered to listen under
the blossoming tree.
It didn't... (Read full poem)

If I could have lived another year
I could have finished my flying machine,
And become rich and famous.
Hence it is fitting the workman
Who tried to chisel a dove for me
Made it look more like a chicken.
For what is it all but being... (Read full poem)

5. Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1252 times on American Poems.

Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Awful Father of Love --
Is not Ours the chastising --
Do not chastise the Dove --

Not for Ourselves, petition --
Nothing is left to pray --
When a subject is finished --
Words are handed away --

Only lest she... (Read full poem)

Exiled afar from youth and happy love, 
If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence 
I have no doubt but, like a homing dove, 
It would return to its dear residence, 
And through a thousand stars find out the road 
Back into earthly flesh that... (Read full poem)

7. If I Could Mourn Like A Mourning Dove - written by Frank Bidart
From Desire. Published in 1997. Read 1432 times on American Poems.

It is what recurs that we believe,
your face not at one moment looking
sideways up at me anguished or

elate, but the old words welling up by
gravity rearranged:
two weeks before you died in

pain worn out, after my usual casual sign-off
with All my... (Read full poem)

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.

Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot--peace, you... (Read full poem)

9. Another (II) - written by Anne Bradstreet
Read 831 times on American Poems.

As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, 
Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, 
Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, 
Her dearest deer, might answer ear or eye; 
So doth my anxious soul, which now doth miss 
A... (Read full poem)

The moon's a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.

The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or... (Read full poem)

11. Pastoral - written by Kenneth Patchen
Read 784 times on American Poems.

The Dove walks with sticky feet
Upon the green crowns of the almond tree,
Its feathers smeared over with warmth
Like honey
That dips lazily down into the shadow ...

Anyone standing in that orchard.So filled with peace and sleep,
Would hardly... (Read full poem)

You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
That story.

Or the nursemaid,
some luscious sweet from Denmark
who captures the oldest son's heart.
from diapers to Dior.
That... (Read full poem)

13. Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 2381 times on American Poems.

Think not, not for a moment let your mind,
Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought
That the work's done and the long day behind,
And beauty, since 'tis paid for, can be bought.
If in the moonlight from the silent bough
Suddenly with precision... (Read full poem)

from St. Ambrose

He fears the tiger standing in his way. 
The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. 
Like moons, the two blank eyes tug at his bowels. 
"God help me now," is all that he can say. 

"God help me now, how close I've come to God.... (Read full poem)

15. To E.T. - written by Robert Frost
From New Hampshire. Published in 1923. Read 6943 times on American Poems.

I slumbered with your poems on my breast
Spread open as I dropped them half-read through
Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb
To see, if in a dream they brought of you,

I might not have the chance I missed in life
Through some delay, and... (Read full poem)

ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush
wind is winding here there tomorrow)(
graceful dove wind
theatrical scar wind
thunderclapclapclap(clapclapstrike)
struckwinding wind(Read full poem)

17. Soiled Dove - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems. Read 1749 times on American Poems.

Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she
     married a corporation lawyer who picked her from
     a Ziegfeld chorus.
Before then she never took anybody's money and paid
     for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing... (Read full poem)

THE SUMMER shirt sale of a downtown haberdasher is glorified in a show-window slang: everybody understands the language: red dots, yellow circles, blue anchors, and dove-brown hooks, these perform explosions in color: stripes and checks fight for... (Read full poem)

19. Dream Song 34: My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide - written by John Berryman
From 77 Dream Songs. Published in 1964. Read 1245 times on American Poems.

My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide
in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried
to his trigger-digit, pal.
He should not have done that, but, I guess,
he didn't feel the best, Sister,—felt less
and more about less than us . . .... (Read full poem)

The air lay soffly on the green fur 
of the almond, it was April 

and I said, I begin again 
but my hands burned in the damp earth 

the light ran between my fingers 
a black light like no other 

this was not home, the linnet 
settling on the... (Read full poem)

21. Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus - written by John Berryman
From 77 Dream Songs. Published in 1964. Read 607 times on American Poems.

Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus:
upon some more unquiet spirit knock,
my madnesses have cease.
All the quarter astonishes a lonely out & back.
They set their clocks by Henry House,
the steadiest man on the block.

And... (Read full poem)

One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,
One's tootings at the weddings of the soul
Occur as they occur. So bluish clouds
Occurred above the empty house and the leaves
Of the rhododendrons rattled their gold,
As if someone lived there. Such floods... (Read full poem)

23. Searching - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1147 times on American Poems.

These quiet Autumn days, 
My soul, like Noah's dove, on airy wings
Goes out and searches for the hidden things
Beyond the hills of haze.

With mournful, pleading cries, 
Above the waters of the voiceless sea
That laps the shore of broad... (Read full poem)

I love your lips when they're wet with wine 
And red with a wild desire; 
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies 
Lit with a passionate fire. 
I love your arms when the warm white flesh 
Touches mine in a fond embrace; 
I love your hair... (Read full poem)

25. Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et Al. - written by Delmore Schwartz
Published in 1964. Read 907 times on American Poems.

Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
Of doubt about the astonishing and sustaining manna
Of chance and choice to throw a shadow's element
Of disbelief in truth -- Love is not love
Nor is the love of love... (Read full poem)