Selected Poems

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt, he falls.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

Buffalo Bill 's
       who used to
       ride a watersmooth-silver
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

he was a handsome man
                     and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

e. e. cummings