Top 100 Poems About: NATURE


In this page, poems on / about “nature” are listed.
  • 1.
    Birches

    When I see birches bend to left and right
    Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
    I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
    But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 2.
    The Darkling Thrush

    I leant upon a coppice gate,
    When Frost was spectre-gray,
    And Winter's dregs made desolate
    The weakening eye of day. read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 3.
    The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter

    After Li Po

    While my hair was still cut straight
    across my forehead read more »

    Ezra Pound
  • 4.
    Song of Nature

    Mine are the night and morning,
    The pits of air, the gulf of space,
    The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
    The innumerable days. read more »

    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • 5.
    Meditation At Lagunitas

    All the new thinking is about loss.
    In this it resembles all the old thinking.
    The idea, for example, that each particular erases
    the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown- read more »

    Robert Hass
  • 6.
    Lycidas

    In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately
    drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637;
    and,
    by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in read more »

    John Milton
  • 7.
    Four Poems for Robin

    Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest

    I slept under rhododendron
    All nightblossoms fell read more »

    Gary Snyder
  • 8.
    Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus

    According to Brueghel
    when Icarus fell
    it was spring read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 9.
    Nutting

    ---------------------It seems a day
    (I speak of one from many singled out)
    One of those heavenly days that cannot die;
    When, in the eagerness of boyish hope, read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 10.
    A Minor Bird

    I have wished a bird would fly away,
    And not sing by my house all day;

    Have clapped my hands at him from the door read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 11.
    The Wild Swans At Coole

    THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
    The woodland paths are dry,
    Under the October twilight the water
    Mirrors a still sky; read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 12.
    October

    Is it winter again, is it cold again,
    didn't Frank just slip on the ice,
    didn't he heal, weren't the spring seeds planted read more »

    Louise Gluck
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