1. There is a Zone whose even Years - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1203 times on American Poems.

There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt --
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait --

Whose Summer set in Summer, till
The Centuries of June
And Centuries of August cease
And Consciousness -- is Noon.(Read full poem)

The longer I stare the lovelier
you look in my eyes (so made such
mirrors and spies) and I'm not done
yet as I enumerate the virtues
of your smile, gracious in defeat,
victorious in love, your breasts
and belly and below, the zone I'd
like to zone... (Read full poem)

3. Bird With Two Right Wings - written by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Read 3544 times on American Poems.

And now our government
a bird with two right wings
flies on from zone to zone
while we go on having our little fun & games
at each election
as if it really mattered who the pilot is
of Air Force One
(They're interchangeable, stupid!)
While this... (Read full poem)

ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor.
Pickpockets, yeggs, three card men, he knew them all and how they flit from zone to zone, birds of wind and weather,... (Read full poem)

5. Not any sunny tone - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1912 times on American Poems.

Not any sunny tone
From any fervent zone
Find entrance there --
Better a grave of Balm
Toward human nature's home --
And Robins near --
Than a stupendous Tomb
Proclaiming to the Gloom
How dead we are --(Read full poem)

From Us She wandered now a Year,
Her tarrying, unknown,
If Wilderness prevent her feet
Or that Ethereal Zone

No eye hath seen and lived
We ignorant must be --
We only know what time of Year
We took the Mystery.(Read full poem)

7. 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1263 times on American Poems.

'Twas awkward, but it fitted me --
An Ancient fashioned Heart --
Its only lore -- its Steadfastness --
In Change -- unerudite --

It only moved as do the Suns --
For merit of Return --
Or Birds -- confirmed perpetual
By Alternating Zone --

I only... (Read full poem)

The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone --

I should not care to stop
My Process is not long
The Wind could wait without the Gate
Or stroll the Town among.

To ascertain the House
And is the... (Read full poem)

9. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after
The launching of the colored moths of Love.
Love's proper myrtle and his mother's zone
We bound about our... (Read full poem)

Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health.

Surely I will be disquieted
by the hospital, that body zone--
bodies wrapped in elastic bands,
bodies cased in wood or used like telephones,
bodies crucified... (Read full poem)

11. The Living Temple - written by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Read 485 times on American Poems.

NOT in the world of light alone, 
Where God has built his blazing throne, 
Nor yet alone in earth below, 
With belted seas that come and go, 
And endless isles of sunlit green, 
Is all thy Maker's glory seen: 
Look in upon thy wondrous... (Read full poem)

When I bend back to gaze at the satellite convulsions, I
am an aqueduct for twilit rain. Quite literally I stand

in the littoral zone: a lens--no an aqueous humor, my
feet on the land below the high-water mark, my hand

a glazed waver: hello... (Read full poem)

13. Weathers - written by Ben Doyle
From Boston Review. Published in 2001. Read 1171 times on American Poems.

It's freezing in the desert but there's nothing there to freeze.
The ground slides & swells. Where have you been buried?

Under which dune did you say? In the morning winter leaves.
Hush I can hear the aphids aphony & almost a word in the... (Read full poem)

I like a church; I like a cowl; 
I love a prophet of the soul; 
And on my heart monastic aisles 
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles; 
Yet not for all his faith can see 
Would I that cowléd churchman be. 
Why should the vest on him allure,... (Read full poem)

15. The Problem - written by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Read 4121 times on American Poems.

I like a church, I like a cowl,
I love a prophet of the soul,

And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles;
Yet not for all his faith can see,
Would I that cowled churchman be.
Why should the vest on him allure,
Which I... (Read full poem)

The hands of the clock were reaching high
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fame
Is table talk in hell.
I name no name, but hell's own flame
Illumes the lobby garish,
A gilded snare just off Times Square
For the maidens of the... (Read full poem)

17. The Sultan's Palace - written by Alan Seeger
Read 478 times on American Poems.

My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,
To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.

I have roamed far in search; white road and... (Read full poem)