Poetry Catalog

Sunlight coming in my kitchen window,Making signs on my kitchen tableSunlight heating my clothes on my lineWhat more could you ask forSunlight giving me heatThrough solar panels on my roofWhere would we be without sunlight … [Read more...] about Sunlight, By: James Fleming

Lyre! though such power do in thy magic liveAs might from India's farthest plainRecall the not unwilling Maid,Assist me to detainThe lovely Fugitive:Check with thy notes the impulse which, betrayedBy her sweet farewell looks, I longed to aid.Here let me gaze enrapt upon that eye,The impregnable and awe-inspiring fortOf contemplation, the calm portBy reason fenced from winds … [Read more...] about Lyre! Though Such Power Do In Thy Magic Live, By: William Wordsworth

She’s alone again—the raindrops on her windowcount the years she’s been blue. She bought a cake—it’s her birthday,and the sun forgot to come. She’s a big girl now—forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, or seventy-five,going on thirty-five, twenty-five,fifteen, or five? She’s still that little girl who can’t forgetthe time of her first and only party—the invitations were … [Read more...] about Little Girl Blue, By: Patricia Carragon

A slumber did my spirit seal;I had no human fears:She seem'd a thing that could not feelThe touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;She neither hears nor sees;Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course,With rocks, and stones, and trees. … [Read more...] about Lucy V, By: William Wordsworth

There’s no plum tree on Plumptre Street,just as there’s no lace in Lace Market. One day I lock myself out of my rentedflat, the whole building in fact, the red-brick architecture converted from a Victorianwarehouse. Its big windows, arched and single-glazed, a tourist attraction in the daytime,a shudder to think about at night, like tonight. I pace along the empty street. … [Read more...] about Plumptre Street, By: Hongwei Bao