Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. T...

The stream glimmers with the gold of the sun, the blue of the sky,  the wing of the blackbird flying by. The wind thro...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stock...

“Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.” ... Richard Lovelace, To Althea, from Prison "S...

The coltish horseplay of the locker room,  Moist with steam of the tiled shower stalls,  ... Anthony Hecht ...

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Keep away if you want the righteous and the holy for I have neither virtue weighing more than a feather drippi...

Clandestine steps upon imagined stairs  Climb through the night, because his cuckoos call.  ... Wallace Stevens A. G.   D...

Windows Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. T...