Explore Poems: Spring
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- By Li-Young LeeOpen window.
Blue sun.
Green sun.
Last night
light rain fell
off and on. Thunder
rumbling nudged me… - By Petr HruškaThey had already sat down on the bed. Then the man
remembered the back door was still open. He groped… - By W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for… - By Cyrus CassellsThat was the season I couldn’t think or write indoors,
the garrulous springtime every strophe,
every… - By Frances Ellen Watkins HarperWelcome children of the Spring,
In your garbs of green and gold,
Lifting up your sun-crowned heads
On… - By E. E. Cummingswhat if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the… - By Arthur SymonsSide by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London… - By AazhidegiizhigWaababaa As my eyes
inaabiyan search
mashkode the prairie
noongom igod ji-niibin I feel the summer in… - By Miguel AlgarínNot tonight but tomorrow
when the light turns the peach
tree green and the Earth sprouts
its young leaves… - By Chris Glomskiof waves dropped into froth Jellyfish a jar
of innards half-buried in sand Dead nature What are
these… - By Meena AlexanderThis disease has come back
With frills and furbelows.
You must give your whole life to poetry
Only … - By Meena AlexanderSo how will it end?
You want it straight?
He looked me in the eye:
You will lose weight,
Become more… - By William Carlos WilliamsThe farmer in deep thought
is pacing through the rain
among his blank fields, with
hands in pockets,… - By Wallace Stevensi
The World without Imagination
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As… - By E. E. CummingsO sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked… - By William Carlos WilliamsThis is the time of year
when boys fifteen and seventeen
wear two horned lilac blossoms
in their caps… - By Hieu Minh NguyenEven though it’s May & the ice cream truck
parked outside my apartment is somehow certain,
I have a … - By Ursula K. Le GuinAUTUMN
gold of amber
red of ember
brown of umber
all September
MCCOY CREEK
Over the bright shallows… - By Gordon Henry Jr.The story goes from in a rainfall
to sister walking a field
browned autumn. And when she arrives
winter…