Poemas en Inglés

Poem Simon Armitage (England, 1963 - ) And if it snowed and snow covered the drive he took a spade and tossed it to one side. And always tuc...

Dover beach Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;--on the French coast...

Self-portrait in a convex mirror John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the view...

Fear of death John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) What is it now with me And is it as I have become? Is there no state free from the boundary lines ...

The one thing that can save America John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) Is anything central? Orchards flung out on the land, Urban forests, rustic p...

River John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) It thinks itself too good for These generalizations and is Moved on by them. The opposite side Is plunged ...

De Imagine Mundi John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) The many as noticed by the one: The noticed one, confusing itself with the many Yet perceives i...

Scheherazade John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) Unsupported by reason’s enigma Water collects in squared stone catch basins. The land is dry. Under...

A man of words John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) His case inspires interest But little sympathy; it is smaller Than at first appeared. Does the fi...

Forties flick John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) The shadow of the Venetian blind on the painted wall, Shadows of the snake-plant and cacti, the pl...

As one put drunk into the packet-boat John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free. Elsewhere we are as ...

The love interest John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) We could see it coming from forever, then it was simply here, parallel to the day’s walking. B...

The chateau hardware John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) It was always November there. The farms Were a kind of precinct; a certain control Had bee...

Song John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) The song tells us of our old way of living, Of life in former times. Fragrance of florals, How things merel...

The task John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) It is the blankness that follows gaiety, and Everyman must depart Out there into stranded night, for hi...

Soonest mended John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) Barely tolerated, living on the margin In our technological society, we were always having to be ...

Self-portrait in a convex mirror John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the view...

An additional poem John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) Where then shall hope and fear their objects find? The harbor cold to the mating ships, And y...

The grapevine John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) Of who we and all they are You all now know. But you know After they began to find us out we grew ...

City afternoon John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) A veil of haze protects this Long-ago afternoon forgotten by everybody In this photograph, most o...

Some trees John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) These are amazing: each Joining a neighbor, as though speech Were a still performance. Arranging by c...

What is poetry John Ashbery (EEUU, 1927- ) The medieval town, with frieze Of boy scouts from Nagoya? The snow That came when we wanted it to...

About the convenience of learning foreign languages Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) Today I just felt like being merry being myself without furthe...

Time that flees, flees… Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) If time was not like a goblet overflowing or the escape of the instants counting down the ...

Grief’s Home Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) Perhaps grief is a home with a haughty ceiling and a bolted door where you feel so comfortable, somet...

Metempsychosis Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) Somebody’s grandmother glides through the bracken, in widow’s black and graceful and sharp as ever:...

Orpheus (2) Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wa...

Orpheus (1) Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed...

Eurydice Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) He is here, come down to look for you. It is the song that calls you back, a song of joy and suffering eq...

Night poem Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the ...

The loneliness of the military historian Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask m...

Sekhmet, the lion-headed goddess of war Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now ali...

Interlunar Margaret Atwood (1939 - ) Darkness waits apart from any occasion for it; like sorrow it is always available. This is only one kin...