One of the greatest American Poets. Robert Frost (1874-1963). He won 4 Pulitzer Prizes for his poetry.
Poems in History
The Little Ghost by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Mist by Henry David Thoreau
Mist by Henry David Thoreau Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the dasied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers, Bear…
THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon
THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon of Verulam The World’s a bubble, and the Life of Man Less than a span: In his conception wretched, from the womb, So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns on…
Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor
Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor (1642-1729) Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is this thy play, To spin a web out of thyselfe To Catch a Fly? For Why? I saw a pettish wasp Fall foule therein: Whom yet thy Whorle pins did not clasp Lest he should fling His sting. But as…
Fragment by Edwin Arlington Robinson
About Edwin Robinson: Born at Head Tide, Maine, Dec. 22, 1869. Educated at Harvard University. Mr. Robinson is a psychological poet of great subtlety; his poems are usually studies of types and he has given us a remarkable series of portraits. He is recognized as one of the finest and most distinguished poets of our time. He won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by Louis Untermeyer
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by Louis Untermeyer What nudity is beautiful as this Obedient monster purring at its toil; These naked iron muscles dripping oil And the sure-fingered rods that never miss. This long and shining flank of metal is Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil; While this vast engine that could rend the soil…
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
WHEN I WAS ONE-AND-TWENTY by Alfred Edward Housman
A. E. Housman was born March 26, 1859, and, after a classical education, he was, for ten years, a Higher Division Clerk in H. M. Patent Office. Later in life, he became a teacher.
PRIME by Amy Lowell
PRIME by Amy Lowell Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. Amy Lowell (1874-1925)