Modernist Poetry

Acquainted with the NightI have been one acquainted with the night. Robert Frost Sonnet After Apple-PickingMy long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Robert Frost Lyric Anthem for Doomed YouthWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Wilfred Owen Sonnet BirchesWhen I see birches bend to left and right Robert Frost Blueberries“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way Robert Frost ChicagoHog Butcher for the World, Carl Sandburg DesignI found a dimpled spider, fat and white, Robert Frost Sonnet Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Villanelle Dulce et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Wilfred Owen Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire, Robert Frost Lyric FogThe fog comes Carl Sandburg For the FallenWith proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, Laurence Binyon Elegy GrassPile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Carl Sandburg I Am Not YoursI am not yours, not lost in you, Sara Teasdale Lyric If—If you can keep your head when all about you Rudyard Kipling Journey of the Magi‘A cold coming we had of it, T. S. Eliot Dramatic Monologue Mending WallSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall, Robert Frost Blank Verse Nothing Gold Can StayNature’s first green is gold, Robert Frost Lyric Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know. Robert Frost Lyric Strange MeetingIt seemed that out of the battle I escaped Wilfred Owen The KissI hoped that he would love me, Sara Teasdale Lyric The LookStrephon kissed me in the spring, Sara Teasdale Lyric The Love Song of J. Alfred PrufrockS’io credesse che mia risposta fosse T. S. Eliot Dramatic Monologue The PastureI'm going out to clean the pasture spring; Robert Frost Lyric The Red Wheelbarrowso much depends William Carlos Williams Free Verse The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood, Robert Frost Lyric The Second ComingTurning and turning in the widening gyre W. B. Yeats Blank Verse The SoldierIf I should die, think only this of me: Rupert Brooke Sonnet There Will Come Soft RainsThere will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, Sara Teasdale Lyric What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and WhyWhat lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet When I Heard the Learn’d AstronomerWhen I heard the learn'd astronomer, Walt Whitman