PoetryI am the Teacher of Athletes I am the teacher of athletes;He that by me spreads a wider breast than… By Walt Whitman
PoetryAn Inscription A conqueror as provident as brave, He robbed the cradle to supply the grave. His… By Ambrose Bierce
PoetryThe Dark Hours of My Being I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I… By Rainer Maria Rilke
PoetryIf You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look… By Pablo Neruda
PoetryA Garden by the Sea I know a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would… By William Morris
PoetryMilton’s Prayer of Patience I am old and blind! Men point at me as smitten by God’s frown; Afflicted… By Elizabeth (Lloyd) Howell
PoetryThey Flee from Me They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my… By Sir Thomas Wyatt
PoetryThis Living Hand This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold… By John Keats
PoetryThe Annunciation She bows her head Submissive, yet Her downcast glance Asks the angel, “Why, For this… By Samuel Menashe
PoetrySo, What is Love, Then? Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips… Our silences, our words… Light that goes,… By Paul Eluard