Poems begining by A
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An October Nocturne
© Yvor Winters
The night was faint and sheer;
Immobile, road and dune.
Then, for a moment, clear,
A plane moved past the moon.
And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis
© David Gascoyne
she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon
she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle
she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses
she was writing a letter to the president of france
All For The Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
Things mostly happen for the best.
However hard it seems to-day,
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth'
© Isaac Rosenberg
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth,
Babylon and Rome:
Amo, Ergo Sum
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Whatever seemed to reign within my breast,
Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room,
Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed,
Like a glad master come to his own home.
Love is my lord: I call upon his name.
A Christmas Hymn
© Joseph Furphy
The Seraph-song of morning's prime
That hail'd Messiah's birth,
The charter of a coming time
When Love shall rule the earth,
Rings from yon far Judaean hill
Airlin's Fine Braes
© Robert Burns
O I've walked o'er yon countries baith early and late
Among Airlin's braw lasses I've had mony a lang seat.
Comin' hame in the mornins, fin I should have been at ease
Fin I wis a plooboy on Airlin's fine braes.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo rings
Still in those syllables of vain delight!
What voice of what dead pleasures on what wings
Of Maenad laughters pulsing through the night!
A Last Word
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,
To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust
Find end of labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.
An Inscription
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
At this fair oak table sat
Whilom he our Laureate,
Poet, handicraftsman, sage,
Light of our Victorian age,
A Letter from a Candidate for the Presidency
© James Russell Lowell
Dear Sir-You wish to know my notions
On sartin pints thet rile the land;
Arise, O Gardener
© Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor
Arise, O Gardener! And usher in the glory of a new spring.
Create conditions for 'bulbuls' (a type of bird) to
Hover over full-blown roses.
Art
© Alfred Noyes
Yes! Beauty still rebels!
Our dreams like clouds disperse:
She dwells
In agate, marble, verse.
Ad Finem
© Heinrich Heine
The years they come and go,
The races drop in the grave,
Yet never the love doth so
Which here in my heart I have.
Again and Again
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
Ations
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If we meet and I say, "Hi,"
That's a salutation.
If you ask me how I feel,
That's a consideration.
