Poems
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- The Slave and the Iron Lace
- The Small Bells of Benin
- These Beasts and the Benin Bronze
- Through the Varied Patterned Lace
- The Visit of the Professor of Aesthetics
- At the Carnival
- Dunbar
- Translation
- The Wife-Woman
- The Root
- A Woman and Mountains
- A Song
- Mid-March
- Telling the Bees
- Trust
- Crane
- A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed
- A Description of a City Shower
- The Lady’s Dressing Room
- Market Women’s Cries
- Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers
- The Beasts' Confession
- A Description of the Morning
- On Stella's Birth-day
- A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
- Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727
- To Quilca, a Country House not in Good Repair
- Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.
- And I in My Bed Again
- Hanukkah
- Winter Solstice
- That Bright Grey Eye
- Blues for Hal Waters
- Jail Poems
- THE NIGHT THAT LORCA COMES
- Walking Parker Home
- O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk
- Believe, Believe
- A Terror is More Certain . . .
- The Blind Man
- Farewell to Poetry
- Last Wish
- Smoke
- Study in Hands
- Runagate Runagate
- Frederick Douglass
- Middle Passage
- Mourning Poem for the Queen of Sunday
- The Ballad of Nat Turner
- Those Winter Sundays
- Witch Doctor
- Emergency Haying
- Notes on Poverty
- Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey
- If It Were Not for You
- Abandoned Ranch, Big Bend
- The Bearer
- Bears at Raspberry Time
- The Curtain
- Eternity Blues
- Graves
- I Know, I Remember, But How Can I Help You
- None
- Song of the Two Crows
- Sonnet #10
- The Afterlife: Letter to Sam Hamill
- Symphony of a Mexican Garden
- A Child's Drawing, 1941
- The Door:
- The helicopter,
- Open
- The River at Wolf
- “Actuarial File”
- Half an Hour
- The Knife
- Mother and Child, Body and Soul
- Sanctuary
- from “An Attempt at Jealousy”
- Bound for Hell
- from “The Desk”
- “I am happy living simply”
- “A kiss on the forehead”
- from “Poems for Blok”
- from “Poems for Moscow”
- from “Poems to Czechoslovakia”
- “Where does such tenderness come from?”
- "Our sweet companions-sharing your bunk and your bed"
- Inheriting My Grandmother's Nightmare
- Elegy: In Coherent Light
- The Miracle of the Bees and the Foxgloves
- Elegy
- False Flowers
- Forgotten of the Foot
- Fragments: Mrs. Reuben Chandler writes to her husband during a cholera epidemic
- Innocence and Experience
- Salter's Gate
- Sonnets for Five Seasons
- The Spirit Is Too Blunt an Instrument
- Swifts
- Temporarily in Oxford
- To My Daughter in a Red Coat
- The Enigma
- Music Box
- To the One Who is Reading Me
- The Crane Dance
- The Only Portrait of Emily Dickinson
- A Word on Statistics
- Dreams
- Identification
- The End and the Beginning
- Advertisement
- Photograph from September 11
- Consolation
- Song VII (“My song has put off her adornments”)
- (“Come as you are...”)
- (“Keep me fully glad...”)
- Sing the song of the moment...
- Crossing 16
- Fruit-gathering LV
- The Gardener 38
- The Gardener 85
- Gitanjali 35
- The Last Bargain
- On the Seashore
- Playthings
- Q&A: Insurance
- The Anniversary
- Years
- April
- In Every Life
- Soften and Melt
- Song
- The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog
- Sonnet. To Tell the Truth
- Daffodils
- The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz
- Three Men Walking, Three Brown Silhouettes
- The Window, at the Moment of Flame
- Matisse, Too
- Boil
- The History of America
- The Leaf Pile
- Nude Descending
- Saturday Night
- Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time
- Sonnet 134: So now I have confessed that he is thine
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
- Sonnet 125: Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy
- Speech: Bottom's Dream
- The Phoenix and the Turtle
- Speech: “All the world’s a stage”
- Speech: “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears”
- Speech: “Is this a dagger which I see before me”
- Speech: “No matter where; of comfort no man speak”
- Speech: “Now is the winter of our discontent”
- Speech: “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
- Speech: “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more”
- Speech: “The raven himself is hoarse”
- Speech: “This day is called the feast of Crispian”
- Speech: “Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back”
- Speech: “To be, or not to be, that is the question”
- Speech: “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow”
- Venus and Adonis
- Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
- Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
- Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong
- Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
- Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
- Song: “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun”
- Song: “Where the bee sucks, there suck I”
- Song: Spring
- from The Rape of Lucrece
- Song: “Blow, blow, thou winter wind”
- Song: “Come away, come away, death”
- Song: “It was a lover and his lass”
- Song: “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more”
- Song: “When daisies pied and violets blue”
- Song: “When that I was and a little tiny boy (With hey, ho, the wind and the rain)”
- Song: “Who is Silvia? what is she”
- Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
- Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
- Sonnet 20: A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
- Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
- Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
- Sonnet 55: Not marble nor the gilded monuments
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride
- Sonnet 87: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring
- Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
- Sonnet 109: O! never say that I was false of heart
- Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy pow’r
- Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth
- Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
- Sonnet 144: Two loves I have of comfort and despair