There are 694 Poems that have a first line beginning with "a"

At the Portals of the Future,
Lines
By Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Alas, so all things now do hold their peace!
"Alas, so all things now do hold their peace!"
By Petrarch

Any fool can get into an ocean
"Any fool can get into an ocean..."
By Jack Spicer

Are you the new person drawn toward me?
"Are you the new person drawn toward me?"
By Walt Whitman

As Love and I, late harbour’d in one inn,
"As Love and I, late harbour'd in one inn"
By Michael Drayton

A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett,
“A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett ...”
By Anonymous

A peanut sat on a railroad track,
“A peanut sat on a railroad track ...”
By Anonymous

After experience taught me that all the ordinary
“After Experience Taught Me ...”
By W. D. Snodgrass

Ah Margarida,
“Ah Margarida”
By Álvaro de Campos

Alone I stare into the frost’s white face.
“Alone I stare into the frost’s white face”
By Osip Mandelstam

An inland sea – blue as sapphire – set
‘The Opal Sea’
By Ella Higginson

A hears by chance a familiar name, and the name involves a riddle of the past.
... by an Earthquake
By John Ashbery

� � � � � Philosophic
0
By Hailey Leithauser

At Twelfth Street and Fifth Avenue
1932
By Frederick Morgan

August, 1849 EN ROUTE FROM NEW YORK TO NEW ORLEANS
Fragments: Mrs. Reuben Chandler writes to her husband during a cholera epidemic
By Anne Stevenson

As he spoke we could hear, ever more loudly, the noise
Aeneid, II, 692 - end
By Virgil

“They made her a grave, too cold and damp
A Ballad: The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
By Thomas Moore

A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play—
A Barefoot Boy
By James Whitcomb Riley

A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky
By Lewis Carroll

A history of some sort, one that made us,
A Book on a Shelf
By Roger Mitchell

A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.
A Carafe, that is a Blind Glass
By Gertrude Stein

Absorbed in planting bulbs, that work of hope,
A Country Incident
By May Sarton

A crush of oily plant and treated white, wrapt and reached by root, sky-touched and still, a bud in leaf: make of me a body. Oil me, hand and foot, bind me tight and scented green: this is my dressing, done. Ay lived and spoke to what ay was. No matter if you answer. On hand and foot an oil and scent. Across my forehead fingers sweep a clay. Remember what ay was and am. Kind horse, lie down beside.
A crush of oily plant and treated white
By Joan Houlihan

A fool I was to sleep at noon,
A Daughter of Eve
By Christina Rossetti

A face that should content me wondrous well
A Description of Such a One As He Would Love
By Thomas Wyatt

A diamond
A Diamond
By Jack Spicer

A stay of execution: one last day,
A Dog's Life
By Daniel Groves

A blind girl steps over the red staves
A Fifteenth-Century Zen Master
By Norman Dubie

A glimpse through an interstice caught,
A Glimpse
By Walt Whitman

“In warm sunlight jade
A Hanging Screen
By Michael Anania

A heritage of a sort.
A Heritage
By Dannie Abse

All you
A Hundred Bolts of Satin
By Kay Ryan

All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere
A January Dandelion
By George Marion McClellan

Again tonight I read “Before Disaster,”
A Letter to Yvor Winters
By Kenneth Rexroth

A little East of Jordan,
A little East of Jordan, (145)
By Emily Dickinson

As we drove back, crossing the hill,
A Locked House
By W. D. Snodgrass

A vacant lot, maybe, but even such lit vacancy
A Lot
By Scott Cairns

As simply as a self-effacing bar of soap
A Man May Change
By Marvin Bell

A man said to the universe:
A Man Said to the Universe
By Stephen Crane

A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown
By Walt Whitman

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
By Emily Dickinson

A noiseless patient spider,
A Noiseless Patient Spider
By Walt Whitman

A pedal-pusher said to me
A Pedal-Pusher Said to Me
By Gabriel & Marcel Piqueray

A few years back and they told me Black
A Poem about Intelligence for My Brothers and Sisters
By June Jordan

A pot poured out
A pot poured out
By Samuel Menashe

And so among the starry refineries
A Report to an Academy
By Joel Brouwer

A Route of Evanescence,
A Route of Evanescence, (1489)
By Emily Dickinson

Along the field as we came by
A Shropshire Lad XXVI: Along the field as we came by
By A. E. Housman

A slumber did my spirit seal;
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
By William Wordsworth

At the throat of Soweto
A Song for Soweto
By June Jordan

Ancient person, for whom I
A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover
By John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
A Song: Ask me no more where Jove bestows
By Thomas Carew

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
A Song: When June is past, the fading rose
By Thomas Carew

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
A Sunset of the City
By Gwendolyn Brooks

A thousand birds—they flew out of
A Thousand Birds
By Hilda Morley

A thousand martyrs I have made,
A Thousand Martyrs
By Aphra Behn

A branch smooth as the rubbed foot of Saint Peter,
A Toast
By Peter Balakian

A vagabond is a newcomer
A Vagabond
By James Tate

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
By John Donne

Arp might have done a version in white marble,
A Walrus Tusk from Alaska
By Alfred Corn

After explanations and regulations, he
A Wasp Woman Visits a Black Junkie in Prison
By Etheridge Knight

A white hunter is nearly crazy.
A White Hunter
By Gertrude Stein

A wolf is at the Laundromat,
A Wolf Is at the Laundromat
By Jack Prelutsky

“I busy too,” the little boy
A World to Do
By Theodore Weiss

A-
A-
By Samuel Menashe

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Abou Ben Adhem
By Leigh Hunt

Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln
By Abraham Lincoln

“I’m glad you’re positive.”
Across a Table
By Steven Cordova

Actaeon, changed to stag, was ripped
Actaeon
By Frederick Morgan

Although most are totally naked
Address: the Archaeans, One Cell Creatures
By Pattiann Rogers

Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting.
Adolescence-II
By Rita Dove

A town at the end of the road & a road extending
Advice to the Good Traveler
By Victor Segalen

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae Fond Kiss
By Robert Burns

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – (372)
By Emily Dickinson

A single chime of jade across the waters
After Shen Zhou
By Frederick Morgan

A whore moves a basin of green antiseptic water
After Three Photographs of Brassaï
By Norman Dubie

As I reach to close each book
Against the Evidence
By David Ignatow

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Ah! Sun-flower
By William Blake

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun
By Emily Jane Brontë

Ah, ah cries the crow arching toward the heavy sky over the marina.
Ah, Ah
By Joy Harjo

Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
Ah, Silly Pug, wert thou so Sore Afraid
By Elizabeth I

Alabanza. Praise the cook with a shaven head
Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100
By Martín Espada

Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss
Alas Madam for Stealing of a Kiss
By Thomas Wyatt

All afternoon the shadows have been building
All Afternoon
By Charles Tomlinson

All overgrown by cunning moss,
All overgrown by cunning moss, (146)
By Emily Dickinson

A few of us—Hillary Clinton, Vlad Dracula,
All Souls
By Michael Collier

A porcupine skin,
Along with Youth
By Ernest M. Hemingway

All dark morning long the clouds are rising slowly up
Alpine Wedding
By Ralph Angel

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
America
By Claude McKay

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America
By Allen Ginsberg

And had in fact, for generations—
Ampersand
By John Reibetanz

All hail to the Rev. George Gilfillan of Dundee,
An Address to the Rev. George Gilfillan
By William McGonagall

After a long drive west into Wales,
An Angel
By Anne Stevenson

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
An Essay on Man: Epistle I
By Alexander Pope

AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?
An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
By Edmund Spenser

A conqueror as provident as brave,
An Inscription
By Ambrose Bierce

And yet we should consider how we go forward.
An Old Man on the River Bank
By George Seferis

A host of poppies, a flight of swallows;
An Old Road
By Edwin Markham

A. Use of the lift
Anatomy of a leap into the void
By Miroslav Holub

Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain,
Ancient History
By Siegfried Sassoon

Alice cannot be in the poem, she says, because
And as in Alice
By Mary Jo Bang

And death shall have no dominion.
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
By Dylan Thomas

“And if I did, what then?
And If I Did, What Then?
By George Gascoigne

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

And thou art dead, as young and fair
And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

And, the last day being come, Man stood alone
And, the Last Day Being Come, Man Stood Alone
By Trumbull Stickney

After the Fourth of July
Anthem
By Susan Hahn

A girl is running. Don’t tell me
Anti-Short Story
By Rae Armantrout

Are they shadows that we see?
Are They Shadows
By Samuel Daniel

� Where two streams joined, we met
Arrowhead
By Robert Pack

A poem should be palpable and mute
Ars Poetica
By Archibald MacLeish

As I one evening sat before my cell,
Artillery
By George Herbert

As naught gives way to aught
As
By Paul Muldoon

As if by saying “morning” on January 8th
As if by saying “morning” on January 8th
By Michael Palmer

As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

As you came from the holy land
As You Came from the Holy Land (attributed)
By Sir Walter Ralegh

‘Suppose that, to give a few lectures,
Asking Too Much?
By Marin Sorescu

Andromeda, by Perseus sav'd and wed,
Aspecta Medusa (for a Drawing)
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,
Astrophel and Stella LII
By Philip Sidney

Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Astrophel and Stella XIV
By Philip Sidney

At night the states
At Night the States
By Alice Notley

At noon in the desert a panting lizard
At the Bomb Testing Site
By William E. Stafford

Although it is a cold evening,
At the Fishhouses
By Elizabeth Bishop

At sixteen I was so vulnerable to every influence
At the Grave of My Guardian Angel: St. Louis Cemetery, New Orleans
By Larry Levis

Across the cages of the keyless aviaries,
Aubade-Harlem
By Thomas James Merton

And auld Robin Forbes hes gien tem a dance,
Auld Robin Forbes
By Susanna Blamire

At the beginning the oldest man sat on the corner
Authority
By W. S. Merwin

All clocks are clouds.
Autobiography
By Michael Palmer

A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
Autumn
By T. E. Hulme

Autumn is always too early.
Autumn
By Adam Zagajewski

A full year passed (the seasons keep me honest)
Autumn Psalm
By Jacqueline Osherow

Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes
Avising the Bright Beams
By Thomas Wyatt

Although the wind
“Although the wind ...”
By Izumi Shikibu

And then we cowards
“And then we cowards”
By Cesare Pavese

As we are so wonderfully done with each other
“As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other”
By Kenneth Patchen

“Faith” is a fine invention
“Faith” is fine invention (202)
By Emily Dickinson

“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Ballad of Birmingham
By Dudley Randall

A perfect veronica, invisible, scallops air
Bar Xanadu
By Lynda Hull

’Twas when the Proclamation came,—
Bartow Black
By Timothy Thomas Fortune

At evening, sitting on this terrace,
Bat
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

A man whose arms and shoulders
Bees
By Jean Valentine

Almost
Before Christmas
By Landis Everson

A month or twain to live on honeycomb
Before Parting
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

All things within this fading world hath end,
Before the Birth of One of Her Children
By Anne Bradstreet

Awakened from a dream, I curl up
Being in Love
By Chungmi Kim

AND SO AT LAST America came back.
Belleau Wood
By Paul Engle

A clumsy hillock
Below the Coast
By John Koethe

And not even when we ran over the badger
Between Hovers
By Michael Longley

A week after my father died
Beyond Harm
By Sharon Olds

After Marcus Licinius Crassus
Bible Study: 71 B.C.E.
By Sharon Olds

“A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,”
Blood
By Naomi Shihab Nye

As through marble or the lining of
Blue
By Carl Phillips

Africans in the hold fold themselves
Blue
By Chris Abani

As if the sky during its emergence
Blue Springs
By C. Dale Young

A dinner party, coffee, tea,
Breakfast
By Mary Lamb

As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
Buick
By Karl Shapiro

Aunt Mildred tied up her petticoats with binder’s
Bungee Jumping
By William H. Dickey

At night—the light turned off, the filament
Burning Trash
By John Updike

All across America children are learning to fly.
Bus Trip
By Susan Mitchell

All day we smashed and swore,
Butchering Crabs
By Henry Carlile

All others talked as if
Caedmon
By Denise Levertov

A free bird leaps
Caged Bird
By Maya Angelou

According to Lin Yutang,
Careless Perfection
By Daniel Halpern

A figment, a thumbed
Cat, Failing
By Robin Robertson

A capuchin—long acquaintance with the dead
Catacomb
By Charles Tomlinson

A Caledonian megalith.
Catalogue Raisonné of My Refrigerator Door
By George Starbuck

As we sat at the feet of the string quartet,
Chamber Thicket
By Sharon Olds

And this is what is left of youth! . . .
Change
By Letitia Elizabeth Landon

An old man in a lodge within a park;
Chaucer
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Another day, which is how they usually come:
Chester
By John Koethe

And in a little while we broke under the strain:
Chinese Whispers
By John Ashbery

Allegiance is assigned
Choice
By J. V. Cunningham

A Creole boy from the West Indies brought,
Choosing A Profession
By Mary Lamb

A man steps out of sunlight,
Chord
By Stuart Dybek

Among shivering bankers the coin went false,
Christ Among the Moneychangers, 1929
By William Logan

Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!
Christ’s Nativity
By Henry Vaughan

Anemone and columbine
Clotilde
By Guillaume Apollinaire

A strong song tows
Coda
By Basil Bunting

As long as you believe in miracles
Coming and Going
By Pierre Martory

A woman walks, absorbed in the air
Coming Your Way
By J. Allyn Rosser

All things belie me, I think, but I
Congratulating Wedge
By Alice Notley

and yet we think that song outlasts us all: wrecked devotion
corydon & alexis, redux
By D.A. Powell

A yarn ball and a hill
Cosmogony
By Caki Wilkinson

After the words of the magnificence and doom,
Country Burial
By Janet Loxley Lewis

A fall over rock,
Country of the Proud
By Léonie Adams

A new volcano has erupted,
Crusoe in England
By Elizabeth Bishop

A mountainous and mystic brute
Cyclopean
By G. K. Chesterton

A tattering of rain and then the reign
Darkling Summer, Ominous Dusk, Rumorous Rain
By Delmore Schwartz

Any sky-bird sings,
Davy Jones' Door-Bell
By Vachel Lindsay

After three months, Virginia is still a frontier.
Day and Night in Virginia and Boston
By Anne Winters

After my night job, I sat in class
Day Job and Night Job
By Andrew Hudgins

A BB gun.
December 26
By Kenn Nesbitt

At 1:03 in the morning a fart
December 30
By Richard Brautigan

As George Washington hacked at his cherry tree,
Deed
By Josephine Miles

A sweet disorder in the dress
Delight in Disorder
By Robert Herrick

As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng
Descriptive Jottings of London
By William McGonagall

A noisome thing that crawls by covert path,
Destiny
By Sophie Jewett

A man who’s trying to be a good man
Dickhead
By Michael Ryan

A wind sways the pines,
Dirge in Woods
By George Meredith

A faint smell of urine
Disappointment
By August Kleinzahler

“Do you remember me? or are you proud?”
Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?
By Walter Savage Landor

‘Dockery was junior to you,
Dockery and Son
By Philip Larkin

After my father’s cremation,
Dog Biscuits
By Chase Twichell

� When I dare at last to imagine hunger,
Dog Gospel
By Brian Barker

Amongst dogs are listeners and singers.
Dog Music
By Paul Zimmer

“The writer. It’s a cul-de-sac,” you wrote that
Drawings: For John Who Said to Write about True Love
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

At first he seemed a child,
Dream in Which I Love a Third Baseman
By Lisa Olstein

a trembling old man dreams of a chinese garden
Dreamwork Three
By Jerome Rothenberg

According to Mister Hedges, the custodian
Early Cinema
By Elizabeth Alexander

Afloat between your lens
Echo
By Pura López-Colomé

A learned and a happy ignorance
Eden
By Thomas Traherne

All that is uncared for.
Elegance
By Linda Gregg

Adieu near those fields that smoke disembowels
Elegy
By Pierre Martory

All day I tried to distinguish
Elms
By Louise Glück

At two thousand feet the sea wrinkles like an old man’s hand.
Encounter
By Thomas McGrath

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
England in 1819
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

And still nothing happens. I am not arrested.
Entry in an Unknown Hand
By Franz Wright

After some years Bohemian came to this—
from Epigrams: A Journal, #20
By J. V. Cunningham

A blonde girl is bent over a poem. With a pencil sharp as a lancet she transfers the words to a blank page and changes them into strokes, accents, caesuras. The lament of a fallen poet now looks like a salamander eaten away by ants.
Episode in a Library
By Zbigniew Herbert

As some fond virgin, whom her mother’s care
Epistle to Miss Blount, On Her Leaving the Town, After the Coronation
By Alexander Pope

“In this and whatever days to come
Et Quidquid Aspiciebam Mors Erat
By Robert Fitzgerald

A hackneyed burden, to a hackneyed air,—
Expression
By George Arnold

At Samoa, hardly unpacked, I commenced planting,
Fanny
By Carolyn Kizer

At times now from some margin of the day
Far Company
By W. S. Merwin

A hook shot kisses the rim and
Fast Break
By Edward Hirsch

As the stores close, a winter light
February Evening in New York
By Denise Levertov

“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed.
Feel Me
By May Swenson

A FORM, as any taper, fine ;
Female Fashions for 1799
By Mary Robinson

An emerald dungeon’s blacklight glow
Fermanagh Cave
By Sherod Santos

All the angels of Tie Siding were on fire.
Fire Season
By James Galvin

All evening I hunted
First Job
By Joseph Campana

Afterwards you had that drunk, drugged look
First Kiss
By Kim Addonizio

After all, there’s no need
Flirtation
By Rita Dove

a bed is left open to a mirror
Floating Trees
By C. D. Wright

Alone, like a feather in the air,
Fool's Errand
By James Galvin

A boy came up the street and there was a girl.
For Instance
By John Ciardi

All you violated ones with gentle hearts;
For Malcolm X
By Margaret Walker

All our stones like as much sun as possible.
Forecast
By Josephine Miles

At a small monastery—or what had been
Fortune
By Charlie Smith

A “mini-stroke”: and now Amanda’s father
Fourteen Pages
By Albert Goldbarth

At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Fragment
By Thomas Hardy

As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
Fragment 4: As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

At first all you see are the folds
Fragment of a Women from Kos
By Susan Mitchell

At a bus stop in Arles a fellow wounded in the Last War
Frère Jacques, Frère Antoine
By John Peck

a commingling sky
Freely Espousing
By James Schuyler

At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up say
Fresh Air
By Kenneth Koch

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Friendship After Love
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At dawn, down in the streets, from pavement grills,
From a Rooftop
By Timothy Steele

Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
From Lines to William Simson
By Robert Burns

Apprentice morning come easily now,
Fuchsia
By Charlie Smith

Aulder than mammoth or than mastodon
Gairmscoile
By Hugh MacDiarmid

All the roofs sloped at the same angle.
Geometry
By Nancy Botkin

As Billy goes higher all the balloons
Gertrude and Ludwig's Bogus Adventure
By Charles Bernstein

After you’ve learned to walk,
Getting Used to Your Name
By Marin Sorescu

Awake in a giant night
Giant Night
By Anne Waldman

Am I the only one
Ginger
By Carl Rakosi

A stabbing in miniature, it is,
Glucose Self-Monitoring
By Katy Giebenhain

“Good morning, dear students,” the principal said.
Good Morning, Dear Students
By Kenn Nesbitt

And here’s a portrait of my granddaughter Una
Granddaughter
By Robinson Jeffers

A piece of green pepper
Haiku Ambulance
By Richard Brautigan

Ain’t no use as I can see
Hard Luck
By Edgar Albert Guest

and then Tony showed us the lake
He Said Turn Here
By Dean Young

and hue
Heft
By Lisa Fishman

All Greece hates
Helen
By H. D.

‘The nightingales won’t let you sleep in Platres.’
Helen
By George Seferis

Azure, ’tis I, come from Elysian shores
Helen, the Sad Queen
By Janet Loxley Lewis

‘My towers at last!’—
Herman Melville
By Conrad Aiken

At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Holy Sonnets: At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
By John Donne

At the edge of town,
Homage to Buck Cline
By David Bottoms

A merchant is
Home Federal
By Rae Armantrout

At night, toward dawn, all the lights of the shore have died,
Hooded Night
By Robinson Jeffers

As much as you deserve it,
How Are You Doing?
By Rick Snyder

A personal lens: glass bending rays
How Beautiful
By Mary Jo Bang

Any poodle under ten inches high is a toy.
How the Pope is Chosen
By James Tate

All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.
How to Write the Great American Indian Novel
By Sherman Alexie

A famous battle happened in this valley.
How We Made a New Art on Old Ground
By Eavan Boland

Always behind my back I hear
Human Life
By Tom Clark

Aristotle was a little man with
Humanities Lecture
By William E. Stafford

As a child
I Knocked My Head against the Wall
By Anna Swir

As I sd to my
I Know a Man
By Robert Creeley

As I was walking one morning in spring,
I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning
By Anonymous

All the big posters pasted up on the walls
Idleness
By Cesare Pavese

After eighteen years there’s no real grief left
In Dreams
By Kim Addonizio

Again at Christmas did we weave
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 78
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Apply for the position (I've forgotten now for what) I had
In Order To
By Kenneth Patchen

A brilliance takes up residence in flaws—
In Praise of Pain
By Heather McHugh

Among lilies I am Jehovah,
In the Cool of the Evening
By Andrew Hudgins

Am I a character in the dreams
In the God’s Dreams
By James Laughlin

All things fall away: store fronts on the west,
In the House of the Latin Professor
By B. H. Fairchild

a sentimental curator has placed
In the Museum at Teheran
By James Laughlin

And so I closed that book,
In the Sleep of Reason
By John Haines

And now the green household is dark.
In the Tree House at Night
By James L. Dickey

All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
In the Valley of Cauteretz
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

At four o’clock it’s dark.
In Winter
By Michael Ryan

At dawn the panther of the heavens peers over the edge of the world.
Insomnia and the Seven Steps to Grace
By Joy Harjo

Always just one demon in the attic.
Interferon
By Miroslav Holub

As an American traveler I have
Internal Migration: On Being on Tour
By Alan Dugan

A young black girl stopped by the woods,
Interpretation of a Poem by Frost
By Thylias Moss

After death, my father
Introit & Fugue
By D. Nurkse

After I had cut off my hands
Intrusion
By Denise Levertov

Always, he woke in those days
Isaiah’s Coal
By John Frederick Nims

a trouble
It Is a Living Coral
By William Carlos Williams

As you set out for Ithaka
Ithaka
By C. P. Cavafy

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Jabberwocky
By Lewis Carroll

Above the freeway, over the music,
Jazz Station
By Michael S. Harper

‘The myrtle bush grew shady
Jealousy
By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

A baby is borne us blis to bring;
Jesus Comforts His Mother
By Anonymous

A meadow brown; across the yonder edge
Joe
By Emily Pauline Johnson

American muse, whose strong and diverse heart
from John Brown's Body: Invocation
By Stephen Vincent Benét

At least it helps me to think about my son
July 4, 1974
By June Jordan

An axe angles
Junk
By Richard Wilbur

A huge sound waits, bound in the ice,
Justice, Come Down
By Minnie Bruce Pratt

As if the flow of the waters
Ka Waiapo Lani (Heavenly Showers)
By Lydia Kamakaeha Lili’uokalani

A few light flakes of snow
Kyoto: March
By Gary Snyder

“How sweetly,” said the trembling maid,
from Lalla Rookh
By Thomas Moore

A day all blue and white, and we
Land’s End
By Weldon Kees

A giant bird-
Last Call
By Randall Mann

Alone with our madness and favorite flower
Late Echo
By John Ashbery

And the few willing to listen demanded that we confess on television.
Late Results
By Scott Cairns

All our life
Laundry
By Ruth Moose

Asleep or waking is it? for her neck,
Laus Veneris
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Leda and the Swan
By William Butler Yeats

As silent as a mirror is believed
Legend
By Hart Crane

Ah nuts! It’s boring reading French newspapers
Les Luths
By Frank O'Hara

After comparing lives with you for years
Letter to a Friend about Girls
By Philip Larkin

After you've been to bed together for the first time,
Life Story
By Tennessee Williams

Always in the dream I seemed conscious of myself having the dream even as I dreamed it.
Light
By C. K. Williams

Another drought morning after a too brief dawn downpour,
Light
By C. K. Williams

Asleep, alive, her shape makes me afraid.
Looking In at Night
By Mary Kinzie

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Love
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Stranger came to the door at eve,
Love and a Question
By Robert Frost

All my past life is mine no more,
Love and Life: A Song
By John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

A silver Lucifer
Lunar Baedeker
By Mina Loy

All human things are subject to decay,
Mac Flecknoe
By John Dryden

All you have to do is listen to the way a man
Man in Space
By Billy Collins

Ay, beshrew you! by my fay,
Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale
By John Skelton

August, goldenrod blowing. We walk
Maple Syrup
By Donald Hall

At dawn I heard among bird calls
Marching
By Jim Harrison

Adjectives continue
Market Forecast
By Alexa Selph

A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
Marshlands
By Emily Pauline Johnson

After the biopsy,
Matinee
By Patrick Phillips

A girl in a green mini-
Mating Saliva
By Richard Brautigan

A stationary sense ... as, I suppose,
Maturity
By Philip Larkin

All the new thinking is about loss.
Meditation at Lagunitas
By Robert Hass

Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?
Meditations in an Emergency
By Frank O'Hara

“Who are you to tell us how to live or why,
Melting Pot
By Bin Ramke

And once out walking at night
Merlin
By Henry Carlile

‘Are you asleep?’
Midland Swimmer
By John Reibetanz

And again, at dusk, I find the madwoman,
Midwinter
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

All night I dreamed of roses,
Midwinter
By Sophie Jewett

And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up
Modern Love
By John Keats

At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
Modern Love: XLVI
By George Meredith

At quite uncertain times and places,
Molecular Evolution
By James Clerk Maxwell

“If you work a body of water and a body of woman
Monologue of a Commercial Fisherman
By Alan Dugan

“Hi, guy,” said I to a robin
Morning Talk
By Roberta Hill Whiteman

All up that steep road the pines
Mount Angel
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

Amid the iris and the rose,
Much in Little
By Yvor Winters

Always the caravan of sound made us halt
Musical Moment
By Virginia Hamilton Adair

As a boy he played alone in the fields
My Brother, the Artist, at Seven
By Philip Levine

“My doggy ate my homework.
My Doggy Ate My Homework
By Dave Crawley

Aluminum sky. Only November
Mythmaking on the Merritt Parkway
By G. E. Murray

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Nature
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon
Neighbors in October
By David Baker

At last I know—it’s on old ivory jars,
New Magic
By Kenneth Slessor

All those years—almost a hundred—
New Water
By Sharon Chmielarz

a child carrying flowers walks toward the new year
New Year
By Bei Dao

After the jostling on canal streets
Night Thoughts
By Carl Rakosi

All seas are seas in the moon to these
Night Wash
By Anne Winters

A Montparnasse August
No One Goes to Paris in August
By Clarence Major

Another year!--another deadly blow!
November, 1806
By William Wordsworth

Along Ocean Highway, apartments rise up
Ocean City: Early March
By Elizabeth Spires

Although a tide turns in the trees
October
By Jacob Polley

Along East River and the Bronx
Ode For Walt Whitman
By Jack Spicer

’Twas on a lofty vase’s side,
Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes
By Thomas Gray

America is inconceivable without drugs
Ode on the Facelifting of the "statue" of Liberty
By Edward Dorn

And what if I had simply passed you by,
Ode to a Yellow Onion
By C. Dale Young

And now, my Marian, from its shackles free,
Ode to his Wife (Written in Patna, 1784)
By Warren Hastings

And did young Stephen sicken,
Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd.
By Mark Twain

All their songs are of one hour
Odysseus Hears of the Death of Kalypso
By Donald Revell

“Stephen Smith, University of Iowa sophomore, burned what he said was his draft card”
Of Late
By George Starbuck

as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow
By Robert Duncan

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Old Ironsides
By Oliver Wendell Holmes

An old woman in
Old Woman in a Housecoat
By Georgiana Cohen

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
On a Dream
By John Keats

All is lithogenesis—or lochia,
On a Raised Beach
By Hugh MacDiarmid

About me young careless feet
On Broadway
By Claude McKay

All our roads go nowhere.
On Inhabiting an Orange
By Josephine Miles

Alas! and am I born for this,
On Liberty and Slavery
By George Moses Horton

“Breadth. Circle. Desert. Monarch. Month. Wisdom. (for which there are
On Reading John Hollander’s Poem “Breadth. Circle. Desert. Monarch. Month. Wisdom. (for which there are no rhymes)“
By George Starbuck

Along the grave green downs, this idle afternoon,
On Scratchbury Camp
By Siegfried Sassoon

Among pools of earth,
On the building site of a hostel
By Miroslav Holub

A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford, for Naples
By William Wordsworth

As my Scotch, spared the water, blondly sloshes
On the Eve of a Birthday
By Timothy Steele

After a night of wind we are surprised
On the Island
By Lawrence Raab

After lockdown, tier by tier undresses to sleep:
On the Yard
By Tom Sleigh

At supper time an ondine’s narrow feet
Ondine
By Mary Barnard

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
One Perfect Rose
By Dorothy Parker

All the museums are afraid of me,
Paintings
By Marin Sorescu

a poem is like a palm
Palm Sunday Maple Syrup Poem
By Bernadette Mayer

Acorn-brown, the girl's new nipples
Papyrus
By Eamon Grennan

AS one who in his journey bates at Noone,
Paradise Lost: Book XII (1674)
By John Milton

A child's a plaything for an hour;
Parental Recollections
By Charles Lamb

A doll's hair concealing
Partial Resemblance
By Denise Levertov

A professor invites me to his “Black Lit” class; they’re
Passing
By Toi Derricotte

All that’s left, cars
Pedestrian
By Marin Sorescu

As I sit here in the quiet Summer night,
Penumbra
By Amy Lowell

—I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying
Piazza Piece
By John Crowe Ransom

All day we were bent over,
Pickers
By John Haines

A woman in the shape of a monster
Planetarium
By Adrienne Rich

After frost, grain-sorghum stubble
Plowing through Ashes
By Walter McDonald

And how terrific it is to write a radio poem
Poem Beginning with a Line by Frank Lima
By Lisa Jarnot

At Robben Island the political prisoners studied.
Poem of Disconnected Parts
By Robert Pinsky

At night Chinamen jump
Poem [“At night Chinamen jump”]
By Frank O'Hara

At this hour the soul floats weightlessly
Poor Angels
By Edward Hirsch

Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat,
Poppies on the Wheat
By Helen Hunt Jackson

Archaic, his gestures
Pre-Text
By Marie Ponsot

An empty day without events.
Priceless Gifts
By Anna Swir

A logical principle is said to be an empty
Prose 31
By Michael Palmer

At the time of the dooms
Prothalamion
By David Jones

Among these latter busts we count by scores,
Protus
By Robert Browning

Airport bus from JFK
Queens Cemetery, Setting Sun
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Also reputed to be golden, Quivira:
Quivira
By Ronald Johnson

“Do you remember at the rainbow's end
Rainbow’s End
By Louis Untermeyer

Anna Bell and Lane, eighty,
Raking
By Tania Rochelle

And Summer turns her head with its dark tangle
Ralegh’s Prizes
By Robert Pinsky

“Fancy-schmancy,” my father would have said,
Rarefied
By Albert Goldbarth

A recipe for lamb tagine
Raz el Hanout
By Rhoda Janzen

“It isn’t a game for girls,”
Reaching Yellow River
By Roberta Hill Whiteman

All around the altar, huge lianas
Reading the Bible Backwards
By Eleanor Wilner

A ward, and still in bonds, one day
Regeneration
By Henry Vaughan

And why, Herr Reichsmarschall, is Italy
Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring (1 April 1945)
By W. D. Snodgrass

After reading Ash Wednesday
Remarks on Poetry and the Physical World
By Mary Barnard

All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
Report to Crazy Horse
By William E. Stafford

An early sadness for the future
Requiem for the First Half of Split
By Alice Notley

Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
Revenge
By Letitia Elizabeth Landon

As the guests arrive at our son’s party
Rite of Passage
By Sharon Olds

As I enter the theatre the play is going on.
Ritual One
By David Ignatow

At four o’clock
Roosters
By Elizabeth Bishop

Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Rose Aylmer
By Walter Savage Landor

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
from Rubaiyat: "A Book of Verses underneath the Bough"
By Omar Khayaam

All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,
Sapphics
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Angered, may I be near a glass of water;
Sapphics Against Anger
By Timothy Steele

And here it comes: around the world,
Saturday Night
By Alicia Ostriker

Ah! could I read Schemhammphorasch,
Schemhammphorasch
By Rose Terry Cooke

All winter we sat blind, I next to the girl
School
By Alison Stine

A Hispanic gentleman familiar
School
By Jane Miller

All day they stream past, petitioners
Schools
By Paula Tatarunis

Amber husk
Sea Poppies
By H. D.

A vision as of crowded city streets,
Shakespeare
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A girl who, in 1971, when I was living by myself, painfully lonely, bereft, depressed,
Shame
By C. K. Williams

And what amazes me is that none of our modern inventions
Shroud of the Gnome
By James Tate

All night I dreamed of my home,
Signs
By Larry Levis

Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Signs of the Times
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

An obituary has more news than this day,
Silver and Information
By Bruce Smith

A glass of red wine trembles on the table,
Simone Weil: The Year of Factory Work (1934-1935)
By Edward Hirsch

am I not    olden olden olden
Slowly: a plainsong from an older woman to a younger woman
By Judy Grahn

“Each ray of sunshine is seven minutes old,”
Snow on the Desert
By Agha Shahid Ali

AND the first grey of morning fill'd the east,
Sohrab and Rustum
By Matthew Arnold

Alas, my Purse! how lean and low!
Soliloquy on an Empty Purse
By Mary Jones

A Scholar first my Love implor’d,
Song
By Dorothea Du Bois

Ah, fading joy, how quickly art thou past!
Song from The Indian Emperor
By John Dryden

After the storm, after the rain stopped pounding,
Song of Napalm
By Bruce Weigl

Ask not the cause why sullen spring
Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring
By John Dryden

A youth for Jane with ardour sighed,
Song: A youth for Jane with ardour sighed...
By Amelia Opie

A man talking to his ex-wife on the phone.
Sonnet
By Robert Hass

Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
Sonnet CX: Alas, 'tis True I have Gone here and there
By William Shakespeare

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Sonnet XVIII: On the Late Massacre in Piemont
By John Milton

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
Sonnet XX: "A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted"
By William Shakespeare

As in the midst of battle there is room
Sonnet XXV
By George Santayana

After the whey-faced anonymity
South Country
By Kenneth Slessor

a sower walks into the great hall
Sower
By Bei Dao

Again with spring
Spring A. D.
By George Seferis

A kind of counter-
Spring Snow
By Linda Gregerson

As my eyes search the prairie
Spring Song
By Anonymous

All the way north on the train the sun
Star
By W. S. Merwin

Ancient of Days, old friend, no one believes you’ll come back.
Stone Canyon Nocturne
By Charles Wright

A woof reversed the fatal shuttles weave,
Strikers in Hyde Park
By Louise Imogen Guiney

And a tenth part of Okeanos is given to dark night
Styx
By Robert Duncan

A violent luck and a whole sample and even then quiet.
Sugar
By Gertrude Stein

Absolute zero: the locust sings:
Summer
By Conrad Aiken

A spear of zinc light wounds stone and water,
Summer Evening
By Eamon Grennan

Across the bridge, where in the morning blow
Sunday Chimes in the City
By Louise Imogen Guiney

Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees
Sweeney among the Nightingales
By T. S. Eliot

‘Talbingo River’—as one says of bones:
Talbingo
By Kenneth Slessor

Among the signs of autumn I perceive
Tall Ambrosia
By Henry David Thoreau

After her pills the girl slept and counted
Tally
By Josephine Miles

All afternoon you worked at cutting them down.
Tent Caterpillars
By Susan Mitchell

“If you open the brain
Testing on Steel and Glass
By Carl Rakosi

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,
The Altar
By George Herbert

All these years behind windows
The Animals
By W. S. Merwin

“Power is my aphrodisiac.”
The Aphrodisiac
By Arthur Sze

“She did not climb the April hill.”
The April Hill
By Janet Loxley Lewis

A bird flew out at the break of day
The Ballad of God-Makers
By G. K. Chesterton

‘’Tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.’ -Falstaff
The Ballad of Villon and Fat Madge
By François Villon

Amidst the too much that we buy and throw
The Bear at the Dump
By William Matthews

A wild-bear chace, didst never see?
The Bear Hunt
By Abraham Lincoln

A birdbath ministers
The Bethlehem Nursing Home
By Rodney Torreson

are heading south, pulled
The Birds
By Linda Pastan

A boy who knew enough to save for something
The Black Hose
By Bruce Weigl

And is it stamina
The Bluet
By James Schuyler

An old man going a lone highway,
The Bridge Builder
By Anonymous

As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow,
The Burning Babe
By Robert Southwell, SJ

A tulip, just opened, had offered to hold
The Butterfly’s Dream
By Hannah F. Gould

As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage,
The Caged Skylark
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

All the sexually active people in Westport
The Chaste Stranger
By James Tate

And now, Mistress Mummy, since thus you’ve been found
The Child’s Address to the Kentucky Mummy
By Hannah F. Gould

A little black thing among the snow,
The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow
By William Blake

A Greek I worked for once would always say
The Chorus
By Rachel Hadas

“A woman for whom great gods might strive!”
The Chosen
By Thomas Hardy

A horseman high-alone as an eagle on the spur of the mountain over Mirmas Canyon draws rein, looks down
The Coast-Road
By Robinson Jeffers

Above a coast that lies between two coasts
The Constant Voice
By John Koethe

At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain, wreathed with wet poppies, waiting spring,
The Continent’s End
By Robinson Jeffers

After one moment when I bowed my head
The Convert
By G. K. Chesterton

All me are standing on feed. The sky is shining.
The Cows on Killing Day
By Les Murray

As he was a boat dragged through the streets,
The Deposed
By Donald Revell

As some brave admiral, in former war
The Disabled Debauchee
By John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

As if there could be a world
The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz
By Alicia Ostriker

All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
The Dream
By Aphra Behn

All night I stumble through the fields of light,
The Dreamer
By Eva Gore-Booth

And sleep to grief as air is to the rain,
The Eden of the Author of Sleep
By Brian Teare

A crevice! shouts the Emperor in his sleep, and the canopy of ostrich plumes trembles. The soldiers who pace the corridors with unsheathed swords believe the Emperor dreams about a siege. Just now he saw a fissure in the wall and wants them to break into the fortress.
The Emperor's Dream
By Zbigniew Herbert

After every war
The End and the Beginning
By Wisława Szymborska

’Twas in the month of December, and in the year 1883,
The Famous Tay Whale
By William McGonagall

A telephone line goes cold;
The Farm on the Great Plains
By William E. Stafford

All fathers in Western civilization must have
The Father of My Country
By Diane Wakoski

As a child I parleyed with animals, stuffed and real.
The Fearful Child
By Carol Frost

All day, that
The Finality of a Poem
By Michael Anania

Although I can see him still—
The Fisherman
By William Butler Yeats

Aiee! It is the ceremony of the first blades of winter.
The Frog Footman and the Fish Footman
By William H. Dickey

A wanderer is man from his birth.
The Future
By Matthew Arnold

A black cat among roses,
The Garden by Moonlight
By Amy Lowell

After the trumpets, after the incense
The God of Inattention
By Averill Curdy

As I wandered on the beach
The Great Blue Heron
By Carolyn Kizer

Among the rain
The Great Figure
By William Carlos Williams

All this was written on the next day’s list.
The Guardian Angel of the Private Life
By Jorie Graham

Above the marsh, a hollow monument,
The Hangar at Sunnyvale: 1937
By Janet Loxley Lewis

Against phthisis. Against hysteria, scoliosis, quinsy.
The Heavenly Doctor
By T.R. Hummer

A gathering of whiteness before morning
The Hero on His Way Home
By Lawrence Raab

A linear projection: a route. It crosses
The History of America
By Alicia Ostriker

All the great voyagers return
The Homecoming
By Barbara Howes

At the London Zoo a toddler falls over the rail
The Hypnotist's Daughter
By Lisa Olstein

A door sunk in a hillside, with a bolt
The Icehouse in Summer
By Howard Nemerov

Alone, unfriended, on a foreign shore,
The Indian
By Elizabeth Kirkham Mathews

An end is always punishment for a beginning.
The Infirmament
By Dean Young

As I sit looking out of a window of the building
The Instruction Manual
By John Ashbery

After fighting with his dead brothers and his dead sisters
The Jew and the Rooster Are One
By Gerald Stern

And then the dark fell and ‘there has never’
The Journey
By Eavan Boland

Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
The Journey
By James Wright

All middle age invisible to us, all age
The Key to the City
By Anne Winters

All morning long we looked around the citadel
The King of Asini
By George Seferis

A physician of eminence, some years ago,
The Lady and the Doctor
By Helen Leigh

And in the end, all that is really left
The Letter
By Dana Gioia

Art begins with a lie
The Lie
By Anne Waldman

Alive in the slippery moonlight,
The Loss
By Anne Stevenson

All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter
The Lost Mistress
By Robert Browning

An orange did love
The Love of an Orange
By Dahlia Ravikovitch

At length, by so much importunity press'd,
The Lover: A Ballad
By Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Again last night I dreamed the dream called Laundry.
The Mad Scene
By James Merrill

Applying to Heavy Equipment School
The Map
By Larry Levis

Another dead mare waits
The Mare of Money
By Roger Reeves

Across the road from where we nap
The Meadow
By Tom Sleigh

A canoe made of horse ribs tipped over in the pasture.
The Measure of the Year
By James Galvin

As a kid sitting in a yellow vinyl
The Men
By B. H. Fairchild

As our daughter approaches graduation and
The Month of June: 13 1/2
By Sharon Olds

At four in the morning he wakes
The More a Man Has the More a Man Wants
By Paul Muldoon

Abortions will not let you forget.
the mother
By Gwendolyn Brooks

A month, sweet Little-ones, is past
The Mother’s Return
By Dorothy Wordsworth

A man hauling coal in the street is stilled forever.
The Negative
By Arthur Sze

Although the depiction of living forms
The New Chinese Fiction
By James Tate

Ask nothing more of me, sweet;
The Oblation
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

A car is idling on the cliff.
Its top is down. Its headlights throw
A faint, bright ghost-shadow glow
On the pale air. On the shore, so far
Below that the waves' push and drag
Is dwindled to a hush—a kind
Of oceanic idle—the sea
Among the boulders plays a blind-
Fold game of hide and seek,
Or capture the flag. The flag
Swells and sways. The car
Is empty. A Friday, the first week
Of June. Nineteen fifty-three.
The Odd Last Thing She Did
By Brad Leithauser

At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum
The Oldest Living Thing in L.A.
By Larry Levis

At the end of my stepfather’s life
The One I Think of Now
By Wesley McNair

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The Orange
By Wendy Cope

As soon as
The Pattern
By Robert Creeley

A fly wounds the water but the wound
The Pond at Dusk
By Jane Kenyon

Are you alive?
The Pool
By H. D.

A continuous fabric (nerve movie?) exactly as wide as these lines—
The Preface
By Philip Whalen

As thro' the land at eve we went,
The Princess: As thro' the Land
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The Princess: Ask me no more
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

All night the sound had
The Rain
By Robert Creeley

As the retreating Bructeri began to burn their own
The Return
By Frank Bidart

An idle poet, here and there,
The Revelation
By Coventry Patmore

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
The Reverie of Poor Susan
By William Wordsworth

After a while I thought of it this way:
The Room in Which My First Child Slept
By Eavan Boland

a labyrinth,
The Rose
By Jean Valentine

A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere,
The Roundel
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Along the campo, Manin’s bronze winged lion prowled
The Saint and the Crab
By William Logan

A winter evening at the cottage by the bay,
The Seagull
By Norman Dubie

After I found out that you were a sheep,
The Sheep Who Fastened the Sky to the Ground
By Oni Buchanan

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The Shooting of Dan McGrew
By Robert W. Service

And ye shall walk in silk attire,
The Siller Croun
By Susanna Blamire

“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
The Skeleton in Armor
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As Ann came in one summer’s day,
The Sleeper
By Walter De La Mare

At midnight, in the month of June,
The Sleeper
By Edgar Allan Poe

’Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
The Sleigh-Bells
By Susanna Moodie

A snake is the love of a thumb
The Snake
By William Matthews

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
The Snow-Storm
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

After the coup,
The Soldiers in the Garden
By Martín Espada

Alone it stands in Poesy’s fair land,
The Sonnet
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

All winter long you listened for the boom
The Stoic: For Laura Von Courten
By Edgar Bowers

All night I am the doe, breathing
The Strange People
By Louise Erdrich

Ash and strewments, the first moth-wings, pale
The Summer Image
By Léonie Adams

All cities are open in the hot season.
The Topography of History
By Thomas McGrath

A mile out in the marshes, under a sky
The Town Dump
By Howard Nemerov

A trout let us say
The Trout
By James Laughlin

And now,
The Truth
By Carl Phillips

Alas, how pleasant are their days
The Unfortunate Lover
By Andrew Marvell

“The wind doth blow today, my love,
The Unquiet Grave
By Anonymous

A flashlight rolls over the walls of a cave,
The Visit
By Carole Bernstein

All goes back to the earth,
The Want of Peace
By Wendell Berry

April is the cruellest month, breeding
The Waste Land
By T. S. Eliot

Ae weet forenicht i’ the yow-trummle
The Watergaw
By Hugh MacDiarmid

An axe rang sharply ’mid those forest shades
The Western Emigrant
By Lydia Huntley Sigourney

‘Because I am mad about women
The Wild Old Wicked Man
By William Butler Yeats

As day did darken on the dewless grass,
The Wind at the Door
By William Barnes

And all this while I have been playing with toys
The Window, at the Moment of Flame
By Alicia Ostriker

Across North Wales
The Winter
By Dafydd ap Gwilym

at night while the dogs
The Wolves
By Frank Stanford

At the edge of the city the pickerel
The Wreckage
By Donald Hall

As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
The Yak
By Hilaire Belloc

A man stood in the laurel tree
Things
By Louis Simpson

“Your great-grandfather was . . .”
Things of the Past
By Theodore Weiss

Aspiration's breath, millennial trance,
Thought
By Thomas Pfau

And not to feel bad about dying.
Thoughts of a Solitary Farmhouse
By Franz Wright

A person is very self-conscious about his head.
Thoughts on One’s Head
By William Meredith

A second crop of hay lies cut
Three Songs at the End of Summer
By Jane Kenyon

At the hour the streetlights come on, buildings
Tide of Voices
By Lynda Hull

a man and his dog
Time to Kill
By Carl Rakosi

As from the house your mother sees
To Any Reader
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Are there two things, of all which men possess,
To Asra
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Aunt Rose—now—might I see you
To Aunt Rose
By Allen Ginsberg

’Tis now since I began to die
To Mrs. M. A. Upon Absence
By Katherine Philips

And does the heart grow old? You know
To My Wife
By J. V. Cunningham

A siren sang, and Europe turned away
To the Western World
By Louis Simpson

Are you content, you pretty three-years’ wife?
To the Young Wife
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

All my life
Together
By R. S. Thomas

At the end of the bridge is a state of prison. Then
Tomb of Baudelaire
By Michael Palmer

After his ham & cheese in the drape factory cafeteria,
Torque
By David Rivard

All Souls’ over, the roast seeds eaten, I set
Totem
By Eamon Grennan

And so bifel, whan comen was the tyme
from Troilus and Criseyde: Book I
By Geoffrey Chaucer

At times it's like there is a small planet
Turning Forty
By Kevin Griffith

A birdless heaven, sea-dusk and a star
Tutto è Sciolto
By James Joyce

As if because you lay
Twelfth Birthday
By Rachel Hadas

And at the picnic table under the ancient elms,
Twenty-third
By Christina Pugh

A little candlewax on the thumbnail, liquid
Ultima Thule
By Linda Bierds

At times they will fly under. The dome
Under the Dome
By Elise Paschen

Amazing to believe that nothingness
Unholy Sonnet 4
By Mark Jarman

A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children
By Edward Taylor

After the steaming bodies swept
Vasectomy
By Philip Appleman

A, b, c, d, e,
Very Brief Thoughts on the Letter M
By Miroslav Holub

A man and a woman pretend to be white ice
Very Strong February
By Bernadette Mayer

Ages passed slowly, like a load of hay,
Vetiver
By John Ashbery

A black satin purse in her right hand,
Violetta, 2000
By Honor Moore

Admire, when you come here, the glimmering hair
Vuillard: “The Mother and Sister of the Artist”
By W. D. Snodgrass

As others or ourselves
Waiting There
By Michael Anania

Anyone with quiet pace who
Walking West
By William E. Stafford

As you came from the holy land
Walsinghame
By Sir Walter Ralegh

A white bull, a cassock, an antique mirror
Wanted
By Frank Stanford

A small wheel
Watch Repair
By Charles Simic

A man with binoculars
Waumandee
By Mark Wunderlich

As simple an act
Way Out West
By Amiri Baraka

———A simple Child,
We Are Seven
By William Wordsworth

Another hurricane, the third this month, strikes at the heart
We Had Words
By Vona Groarke

Amid the glare of light and song
Weariness
By Eva Gore-Booth

—no matter how much
Were I to Wring a Rag
By Todd Boss

A guy comes walking out of the garden
What About This
By Frank Stanford

At six I lived or spells
What For
By Garrett Hongo

As the light goes, go.
What I Know About Epistemology
By John Surowiecki

About the age of twenty, when the first hairfall
What Is Impossible
By A. F. Moritz

A boy just like you took me out to see them,
What the End Is For
By Jorie Graham

—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story
By Gwendolyn Brooks

A man walks beside them
White Oxen
By Louis Simpson

“Flowery mantle.” “Homeric sacrifice?” “noise of darkness” “fear of
from White Phosphorous
By Alice Notley

A stranger on the riverbank, like the river ... water
Who Am I, Without Exile?
By Mahmoud Darwish

About twenty years ago
Wild Oats
By Philip Larkin

and on the waves in turmoil
Wind In Mytilene
By Eloise Klein Healy

At dawn wind out of the north, hailflecks, pebbly
Winesaps
By Dave Smith

At five I wake, rise, rub on the smoking pane
Winter Dawn
By Kenneth Slessor

All the complicated details
Winter Trees
By William Carlos Williams

as horses as for
Wipe That Simile Off Your Aphasia
By Harryette Mullen

At dusk, on those evenings she does not go out,
Wonder as Wander
By Sharon Olds

A cylinder of maple
Wood
By Reginald Gibbons

At the rapids father and boy pitch in a young birch
Woods Burial
By John Peck

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
Work without Hope
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Aren't you glad at least that the earthworms
Worms
By Carl Dennis

And is this—Yarrow?—This the stream
Yarrow Visited. September, 1814
By William Wordsworth

And here face down beneath the sun
You, Andrew Marvell
By Archibald MacLeish

’Tis to yourself I speak; you cannot know
Yourself
By Jones Very

“The lamps are burning in the synagogue,
["The lamps are burning in the synagogue..."]
By Charles Reznikoff

Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss;
[Adieu, Farewell, Earth’s Bliss]
By Thomas Nashe

All the time I pray to Buddha
[all the time I pray to Buddha]
By Kobayashi Issa

anyone lived in a pretty how town
[anyone lived in a pretty how town]
By E. E. Cummings

as freedom is a breakfastfood
[as freedom is a breakfastfood]
By E. E. Cummings