Proof
You have to imagine it:Who said you were too dark/tooLarge? Too queer/too loud?Who said you were too poor/Too strange? Too fat?You have to imagine it:...
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a...
A Lover's Complaint
FROM off a hill whose concave womb rewordedA plaintful story from a sistering vale,My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,And down I laid to...
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To wher...
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness up...
“Daffodils” (I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud)
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, b...