Poetry

No! No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon— No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No road—no street—no “t’other side the way”— No end to any Row— No ...

Kubla Khan Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. ...

On Fields o’er Which the Reaper’s Hand Has Pass’d On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And ...

I have a firm desire, and I enter Unbending, driven deeply, hard as nail. What lies! Such gossip has plundered my soul— But since I cannot bear this flimsy rod, I’ll play the flute until ...

Ballade of the Ladies of Yore Tell me where, in what country, Is Flora the beautiful Roman, Archipiada or Thais Who was first cousin to her once, Echo who speaks when there’s a sound On ...