Poems begining by A

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At Variance

© Ellis Parker Butler

When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kate’s headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kate’s do not agree.

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Anticipation

© Ellis Parker Butler

I hold her letter as I stand,
Nor break the seal; no need to guess
What dainty little female hand
Penned this most delicate address.

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A Study In Feeling

© Ellis Parker Butler

To be a great musician you must be a man of moods,
You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes.
To execute pianos and to fiddle with success,
With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;
It was so with Paganini, Remenzi and Cho-pang,
And so it was with Peterkin Von Gabriel O’Lang.

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A St. Valentine’s Day Tragedy

© Ellis Parker Butler

Oh! Montmorency Vere de Vere,
To think that one I held so dear
Should use a base deceiver’s art
To trifle with my loving heart.

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A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister

© Ellis Parker Butler

A Scotchman whose name was Isbister
Had a maiden giraffe he called “sister”
When she said “Oh, be mine,
Be my sweet Valentine!”
He just shinned up her long neck and kissed her.

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A Satisfactory Reform

© Ellis Parker Butler

A merry burgomaster
In a burgh upon the Rhine
Said, “Our burghers all are
Far too fond of drinking wine.”

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A Question

© Ellis Parker Butler

Whene’er I feed the barnyard folk
My gentle soul is vexed;
My sensibilities are torn
And I am sore perplexed.

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A Toast

© France Preseren

The vintage, friends, is over,

And here sweet wine makes, once again,

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A Pastoral

© Ellis Parker Butler

Just as the sun was setting
Back of the Western hills
Grandfather stood by the window
Eating the last of his pills.

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A Minute

© Ellis Parker Butler

She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.

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A Lost Angel

© Ellis Parker Butler

When first we met she seemed so white
I feared her;
As one might near a spirit bright
I neared her;

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A Culinary Puzzle

© Ellis Parker Butler

In our dainty little kitchen,
Where my aproned wife is queen
Over all the tin-pan people,
In a realm exceeding clean,

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All The Time In The World

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Lay down
Let's explore this tenderness between us
There ain't no one around at all to see us
And baby would you mind
If maybe you and I
Took a little time to find each other?

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Anguish

© Arthur Rimbaud

Is it possible that She will have me forgiven for ambitions continually crushed,--

that an affluent end will make up for the ages of indigence,--

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"A phantom scene barely glimmers"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

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A phantom scene barely glimmers,
The soft choirs of shades,
Melpomene  has lashed the windows of her room with satin.

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A Vast Confusion

© Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Long long I lay in the sandsSounds of trains in the surf
in subways of the sea
And an even greater undersound
of a vast confusion in the universe

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A Lover From Palestine

© Mahmoud Darwish

Her eyes are Palestinian
Her name is Palestinian
Her dress and sorrow Palestinian
Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian

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A Rebus, By I. B.

© Phillis Wheatley

I.
A BIRD delicious to the taste,
On which an army once did feast,
Sent by an hand unseen;

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A Farewel To America to Mrs. S. W.

© Phillis Wheatley

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ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
And tempt the roaring main.

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An Hymn To The Morning

© Phillis Wheatley

ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.