Elizabeth Madox Roberts

(1881-1941 / the USA)

Elizabeth Madox Roberts Poems

1. A Beautiful Lady 9/28/2010
2. A Child Asleep 9/28/2010
3. A Little Wind 9/28/2010
4. Among The Rushes 9/28/2010
5. At The Water 9/28/2010
6. August Night 9/28/2010
7. Autumn 9/28/2010
8. Autumn Fields 9/28/2010
9. Babes In The Woods 9/28/2010
10. Big Brother 9/28/2010
11. Christmas Morning 9/28/2010
12. Crescent Moon 9/28/2010
13. Dick And Will 9/28/2010
14. Father's Story 9/28/2010
15. Firefly 9/28/2010
16. Horse 9/28/2010
17. In Maryland 9/28/2010
18. In My Pillow 9/28/2010
19. In The Night 9/28/2010
20. Little Bush 9/28/2010
21. Little Rain 9/28/2010
22. Milking Time 9/28/2010
23. Miss Kate-Marie 9/28/2010
24. Mr. Pennybaker At Church 9/28/2010
25. Mr. Wells 9/28/2010
26. Mumps 9/28/2010
27. My Heart 9/28/2010
28. Numbers 9/28/2010
29. On The Hill 9/28/2010
30. People Going By 9/28/2010
31. Shells In Rock 9/28/2010
32. Strange Tree 9/28/2010
33. The Branch 9/28/2010
34. The Butterbean Tent 9/28/2010
35. The Circus 9/28/2010
36. The Cornfield 9/28/2010
37. The Grandmother 9/28/2010
38. The Hens 9/28/2010
39. The People 9/28/2010
40. The Picnic They Had A Picnic In The Woods, 9/28/2010

Comments about Elizabeth Madox Roberts

  • Dawn Applewood (3/18/2014 8:57:00 PM)

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  • Dawn Applewood (3/18/2014 8:56:00 PM)

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Best Poem of Elizabeth Madox Roberts

The Woodpecker

The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.


One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and a collar of red.


When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,


And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.

Read the full of The Woodpecker

A Beautiful Lady

We like to listen to her dress,
It makes a whisper by her feet.
Her little pointed shoes are gray;
She hardly lets them touch the street.


Sometimes she has a crumpled fan.
Her hat is silvered on the crown.
And there are roses by the brim

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