HERO-WORSHIPBy Amy LowellA face seen passing in a crowded street,A voice heard singing music, large and free;And ...

I TASTE A LIQUOR NEVER BREWEDBy Emily DickinsonI TASTE a liquor never brewed—From Tankards scooped in Pearl—Not...

I WOULD IN THAT SWEET BOSOM BEBy James JoyceI would in that sweet bosom be(O sweet it is and fair it is!)Wher...

GOOD NIGHTBy William Carlos WilliamsIn brilliant gas lightI turn the kitchen spigotand watch the water plashinto t...

HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVINGBy Ben JonsonLet it not your wonder move,Less your laughter, that I love.Though I now write...

I’M NOBODYBy Emily DickinsonI’M nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there’s a pair of us—don’t tell!...

IFBy E. E. CummingsIf freckles were lovely, and day was night,And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,Lif...

INDIAN SUMMERBy Emily DickinsonThese are the days when birds come back,A very few, a bird or two,To take a back...

IF I SHOULD DIEBy Ben KingIF I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and say,Weeping and he...

INTO MY OWNBy Robert FrostONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the bre...