Every Writer - Every Day Poems

Old Tunes by Sara Teasdale

Old Tunes by Sara Teasdale As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows,

Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the

The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An

On Imagination by Phillis Wheatley Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp

The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I

Sonnet VIII by William Shakespeare Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy

The Hero by Siegfried Sassoon “Jack fell as he’d have wished,” the Mother said, And folded up the letter that

The Letter by Amy Lowell Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly’s legs, What can you

Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may

Upstream by Carl Sandburg The strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on,