Poetry Books

You may or may not understand the language of these writings or the emotions in which they are founded, but what they say and what you read are subtler details of our feelings, thinking, hurting, loving, and imagining.Raven is not just a chapbook, but a book full of emotions and lot more...

Head down. Reserved eyes. Busy heart. All attention, existence directed to one small object. Marked with a bitten apple, marked with the nobl symbol. While over there next door, real apples are blooming in charming orchards. Real beauty unfolds at every step. On every untaken step. We used to be...

Collection of RHYMES AND POEMS.

A selection from among the poems included in this volume

The four poems in this book are more closely related to one another than may at first appear. They all owe their existence to the war, for I suppose that, had there been no war, I should never have thought of them. They are scarcely war poems, in the strict sense of the word, nor are they...

Men who don’t get good and mellow when is due that brave old fellow, surely are cheap skates.

We, for the most part, differ in our notions of pleasure; one man’s delight is another’s aversion: but felicity is the aim of all. Where then shall we find it? a celebrated poet observes, “’tis no where to be found, or everywhere.” I say with an air of triumph, which the experience of a...

The writing of this book has afforded him pleasure in his leisure moments, and that pleasure would be much increased if he knew that the perusal of it would create any bond of sympathy between himself and the angling community in general.

Puella Mea is a poem by E. E. Cummings. It is notable as his longest poem, at 290 lines. The title is Latin and translates as "My Girl", referring to Elaine Orr Thayer, his first wife, and the mother of his only child, Nancy Thayer Andrews.

Tom Potts was fooling with a gun (Such follies should not be), When—bang! the pesky thing went off Most unexpectedly! Tom didn’t know ’twas loaded, and It scared him ’most to death—He tumbled flat upon the floor And fairly gasped for breath. The bullet smashed a fine French clock (The...