Mrs. Tyler's Poetry Collection

“Digging” by Billy Collins It seems whenever I dig in the woods on the slope behind this house I unearth some object from the past— a...

“Searching” by Billy Collins I recall someone once admitting that all he remembered of Anna Karenina was something about a picnic bas...

BY JUDITH ORTIZ COFER It is a dangerous thing to forget the climate of your birthplace, to choke out the voices of dead relatives whe...

The Sacred Stephen Dunn After the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred place and the students fidgeted and shrank in their chairs, t...

A poem by Lucille Clifton cruelty. don’t talk to me about cruelty or what i am capable of. when i wanted the roaches dead i wanted th...

He was a big man, says the size of his shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house; a tall man too, says the length of the bed in an u...