
The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop - Poems | Academy of American Poets
where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange, the sun-cracked thwarts, the oarlocks on their strings, the gunnels—until everything was rainbow, …
The Fish - Academy of American Poets
where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange, the sun-cracked thwarts, the oarlocks on their strings, the gunnels—until everything was rainbow, …
Fishmonger by Marsden Hartley - Poems - Academy of American …
Are the fishes from the rainbow Still beautiful to you, For whom they are made, For whom I have set them, Swimming? This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on …
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The Rainbow - Academy of American Poets
A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound …
The Drunken Fisherman - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of gold to weight its ends); Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout Rose to my bait. …
The Fish by Linda Bierds - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Diving into an absence, the fish re-entered my vision in segments, arcing through the pivot of the bird's beak. Magnificent, I thought, each singular visit, each chattering half-step from the sea. …
elizabeth bishop | Academy of American Poets
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, …
“You and I Are Disappearing” - Academy of American Poets
A tiger under a rainbow at nightfall. She burns like a shot glass of vodka. She burns like a field of poppies at the edge of a rain forest. She rises like dragonsmoke to my nostrils. She burns like …
The Rainbow - Poems | Academy of American Poets
The Rainbow - Love is a rainbow that appears / When heaven’s sunshine lights earth’s tears.