Poems About: RAVEN

'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be. read more »

When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear,
The debt of his nature did pay,
T' was Edward, the cruel, had reason to fear,
And cause to be struck with dismay. read more »

King’s daughter sitting in tower so high,
Fair summer is on many a shield.
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by? read more »

Pale Dawn Blushes
As a raven flies
a black speck against
the morning skies read more »

The Raven is black as night
But, her heart remains pure
She is always misunderstood
Her motives are always in question read more »

Fly me away, Raven, fly me away
To some far-off land where I can stay.

Here there once was laughing and gladness. read more »

Princess Rosalinda

Of great Oceania read more »

I am the raven,
silent black space
behind a knot
in a tree, read more »

Crow wings
forest green.
bitter cold.
clouds of breath. read more »

Remember the farmer
whose raven turned
into a lovely black haired woman? read more »

O you, my Mother, my Native Land,
Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!
And you, O Raven, accursed bird, read more »

Today, I cannot find your grave,
because the stone with your name
is set in the earth,
down, where it is not in the way, read more »