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Warbler at Howell’s Drive-In : David Bottoms : : Bird Poems : :

“Warbler At Howell’s Drive-In”, A Bird Poem By David Bottoms is About “birding and wandering when The Poet Speaker identifies Warbler Bird with his noted observation : ” A whistle, and a yellow -throat Springing to a branch.” He handles his camera clumsily and “grope”, that is , fumble towards stopping in the empty branchContinue reading “Warbler at Howell’s Drive-In : David Bottoms : : Bird Poems : :”

Audubon Warblers : Kevin L Cole : : Bird Poems : :

Audubon Warblers : : By Kevin L Cole The Audubon warblers keep the time of their coming,Arriving on stillness of a storm,Their breast and backs as dark as low bruised banks of cloud,Rumps and throats as yellow as blooms of buckwheat. They throng this evening in the newly-leavedTender-tipped canopies nervously weavingThrough the catkins like franticContinue reading “Audubon Warblers : Kevin L Cole : : Bird Poems : :”

How The Robin Came : John G Whittier : Bird Poems : :

How the Robin Came : An Algonquin Legend: By John Greenleaf Whittier ( 1807–1892 ) From The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892. HAPPY young friends, sit by me,Under May’s blown apple-tree, While these home-birds in and out Through the blossoms flit about. Hear a story, strange and old, By the wild red Indians told,Continue reading “How The Robin Came : John G Whittier : Bird Poems : :”

The Moon and the Yew Tree : Sylvia Plath : : Moon Poems : :

The Moon and the Yew Tree : : By Sylvia Plath ( ) This is the light of the mind, cold and planetaryThe trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were GodPrickling my ankles and murmuring of their humilityFumy, spiritous mists inhabitContinue reading “The Moon and the Yew Tree : Sylvia Plath : : Moon Poems : :”

The Moon was but a chin of gold : Emily Dickinson : ( 1 ) : : Musical Video 1 : ( 2 ) : : Song Video 2 : ( 3 ) : : Moon Poems : :

* Poem 737 ; : “The Moon was but a chin of gold”: : Moon Poem By Emily Dickinson ( 1830 – 1886 ) The Moon was but a Chin of GoldA Night or two ago –And now she turns Her perfect FaceUpon the World below – Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde –Her CheekContinue reading “The Moon was but a chin of gold : Emily Dickinson : ( 1 ) : : Musical Video 1 : ( 2 ) : : Song Video 2 : ( 3 ) : : Moon Poems : :”

The Fury of Sunsets : Anne Sexton : Evening Poems : :

The Fury Of Sunsets : : By Anne Sexton ( 1928 – 1974 ) , Newton, Massachusetts : : : : : : : : Somethingcold is in the air,an aura of iceand phlegm. 1All day I’ve builta lifetime and nowthe sun sinks toundo it. 2The horizon bleedsand sucks its thumb. 3The little red thumbgoesContinue reading “The Fury of Sunsets : Anne Sexton : Evening Poems : :”

There’s a certain Slant of light : Emily Dickinson : : Afternoon Poems : :

There’s a certain Slant of light, (320) : : BY EMILY DICKINSON ( December 10 1830 – May 15, 1886 ) There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –We can find no scar,But internal difference –Where the Meanings, are – None mayContinue reading “There’s a certain Slant of light : Emily Dickinson : : Afternoon Poems : :”

Oranges : Gary Soto : December Poems : ; Months Poems : :

Oranges : : By GARY SOTO first time I walkedWith a girl, I was twelve,Cold, and weighted downWith two oranges in my jacket. 4 December. 5 Frost crackingBeneath my steps, my breathBefore me, then gone,As I walked towardHer house, the one whosePorch light burned yellowNight and day, in any weather. 12 A dog barked atContinue reading “Oranges : Gary Soto : December Poems : ; Months Poems : :”

One Last Poem For Richard : Sandra Cisneros : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :

One Last Poem For Richard : : By Sandra CisnerosDecember 24th and we’re through again. This time for good I know because I didn’tthrow you out — and anyway we waved. No shoes. No angry doors. We folded clothes and wentour separate ways. You left behind that flannel shirtof yours I liked but remembered toContinue reading “One Last Poem For Richard : Sandra Cisneros : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”

December : Michael Miller : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :

DecemberBY MICHAEL MILLERI want to be a passengerin your car againand shut my eyeswhile you sit at the wheel, awake and assuredin your own private world,seeing all the lineson the road ahead, down a long stretchof empty highwaywithout any otherfaces in sight. I want to be a passengerin your car againand put my life backinContinue reading “December : Michael Miller : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”