Poems begining by A
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As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood (fragment)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood
Another Mouth To Feed
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've got another mouth to feed,
From out our little store;
Al Aaraaf: Part 2
© Edgar Allan Poe
"My Angelo! and why of them to be?
A brighter dwelling-place is here for thee-
And greener fields than in yon world above,
And woman's loveliness- and passionate love."
A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village
© Victor Marie Hugo
How graceful the picture! the life, the repose!
The sunbeam that plays on the porchstone wide;
And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows,
And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side.
And love has changed to kindliness
© Rupert Brooke
When love has changed to kindliness --
Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press
So tight that Time's an old god's dream
Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff
Afternoon
© Eli Siegel
Hear Mr. Bulwer as he talks.
You might think he was so cheerful.
That smile took him ages to get
And he uses it this minute.
A Ballad
© Charles Lamb
In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold;
In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold:
There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire,
Still close and closer cowering, warmth is their desire.
A Channel Passage
© Rupert Brooke
Do I forget you? Retchings twist and tie me,
Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets, up I throw.
Do I remember? Acrid return and slimy,
The sobs and slobber of a last years woe.
And still the sick ship rolls. 'Tis hard, I tell ye,
To choose 'twixt love and nausea, heart and belly.
A Memory
© Rupert Brooke
(From a sonnet-sequence)
Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
Softly along the dim way to your room,
And found you sleeping in the quiet gloom,
A Letter to a Live Poet
© Rupert Brooke
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died,
Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse,
Blind with much light, passed to the light more glorious
Or deeper blindness, no man's hand, as thine,
A Thought of Henry Kendall
© Anonymous
Had I gone first he surely would have writ
Some kindly words in loving memory --
Art
© Herman Melville
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
Aux proscrits
© Victor Marie Hugo
Semons ce qui demeure, ô passants que nous sommes !
Le sort est un abîme, et ses flots sont amers,
Au bord du noir destin, frères, semons des hommes,
Et des chênes au bord des mers !
A Shining Ship
© Harry Kemp
Have you ever seen a shining ship
Riding the broad-backed wave,
While the sailors pull the ropes and sing
The chantey's lusty stave?
Autumn Perspective
© Erica Jong
Now we plan, postponing, pushing our lives forward
into the future--as if, when the room
contains us and all our treasured junk
we will have filled whatever gap it is
that makes us wander, discontented
from ourselves.
After the Earthquake
© Erica Jong
After the first astounding rush,
after the weeks at the lake,
the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks,
the snow breaking under our boots like skin,
& the long mornings in bed. . .
Always For The First Time
© André Breton
Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
Afternoon Poem
© Billy John Hope
a lion at the door
swallowed the day
broken with spite
at the inevitable chorus of pop songs
sutured for soft light
A Wish (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let me not die for ever! when I'm laid
In the cold earth; but let my memory
