English poetry

Poems in English

Cold Poem

Cold now. Close to the edge. Almost Unbearable. Clouds Bunch up and boil down From the north of the white […]

Starlings in Winter

Chunky and noisy, But with stars in their black feathers, They spring from the telephone wire And instantly They are […]

The Sun

Have you ever seen Anything In your life More wonderful Than the way the sun, Every evening, Relaxed and easy, […]

The Lark

And I have seen, At dawn, The lark Spin out of the long grass And into the pink air – […]

Song of the Builders

On a summer morning I sat down On a hillside To think about God – A worthy pastime. Near me, […]


He picks his pond, and the soft thicket of his world. He bids his lady come, and she does, Flirting […]

Beyond the Snow Belt

Over the local stations, one by one, Announcers list disasters like dark poems That always happen in the skull of […]

When Death Comes

When death comes Like the hungry bear in autumn; When death comes and takes all the bright coins from his […]


When the blackberries hang Swollen in the woods, in the brambles Nobody owns, I spend All day among the high […]

Stanley Kunitz

I used to imagine him Coming from his house, like Merlin Strolling with important gestures Through the garden Where everything […]

The Truro Bear

There’s a bear in the Truro woods. People have seen it – three or four, Or two, or one. I […]

Climbing The Chagrin River

We enter The green river, Heron harbor, Mud-basin lined With snagheaps, where turtles Sun themselves we push Through the falling […]

The Chance To Love Everything

All summer I made friends With the creatures nearby – They flowed through the fields And under the tent walls, […]

Sleeping In The Forest

I thought the earth remembered me, She took me back so tenderly, Arranging her dark skirts, her pockets Full of […]

Some Things The World Gave

1 Times in the morning early When it rained and the long gray Buildings came forward from darkness Offering their […]

Sand Dabs, Five

What men build, in the name of security, is built of straw. * Does the grain of sand know it […]

Morning Glories

Blue and dark-blue rose and deepest rose white and pink they Are everywhere in the diligent cornfield rising and swaying […]

Toward The Space Age

We must begin to catch hold of everything Around us, for nobody knows what we May need. We have to […]

A Visitor

My father, for example, Who was young once And blue-eyed, Returns On the darkest of nights To the porch and […]

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