274 Poetry for Students
There are strange things done in the midnight sun(The
Cremation of Sam McGee) V10:75
There is the one song everyone (Siren Song) V7:196
There’s a Certain Slant of Light (There’s a Certain Slant
of Light) V6:211
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair (The Bean
Eaters) V2:16
They said, “Wait.” Well, I waited. (Alabama Centennial)
V10:2
This girlchild was: born as usual (Barbie Doll) V9:33
This is my letter to the World (This Is My Letter to the
World) V4:233
This is the black sea-brute bulling through wave-wrack
(Leviathan) V5:203
This tale is true, and mine. It tells (The Seafarer) V8:177
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness (Ode on a Grecian
Urn) V1:179
tonite, thrillerwas (Beware: Do Not Read This Poem)
V6:3
Turning and turning in the widening gyre (The Second
Coming) V7:179
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood (The Road Not
Taken) V2:195
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright (The Tyger) V2:263W
We could be here. This is the valley (Small Town with
One Road) V7:207
We met the British in the dead of winter (Meeting the
British) V7:138
We real cool. We (We Real Cool) V6:242
Well, son, I’ll tell you (Mother to Son) V3:178
What happens to a dream deferred? (Harlem) V1:63What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I
walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at the
full moon (A Supermarket in California)
V5:261
Whatever it is, it must have (American Poetry) V7:2
When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he
forgot the copperheads, and the assassin ... in
the dust, in the cool tombs (Cool Tombs) V6:45
When I consider how my light is spent ([On His
Blindness] Sonnet 16) V3:262
When I have fears that I may cease to be (When I Have
Fears that I May Cease to Be) V2:295
When I see a couple of kids (High Windows) V3:108
When I was one-and-twenty (When I Was One-and-
Twenty) V4:268
When I watch you (Miss Rosie) V1:133
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)
V4:192
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes (Sonnet
29) V8:198
Whenever Richard Cory went down town (Richard Cory)
V4:116
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
(The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter) V8:164
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity,
heavily thickening to empire (Shine, Perishing
Republic) V4:161
Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont
Cranston? (In Memory of Radio) V9:144
Whose woods these are I think I know (Stopping by
Woods on a Snowy Evening) V1:272
Why should I let the toad work(Toads) V4:244There are strange things...