Poems begining by A
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a light Out
© Edward Estlin Cummings
--who therefor Thee(once and once only,Queen
among centuries universes between
Who out of deeplyness rose to undeath)
all ignorance toboggans into know
© Edward Estlin Cummings
all ignorance toboggans into know
and trudges up to ignorance again:
but winter's not forever,even snow
melts;and if spring should spoil the game,what then?
all which isn't singing is mere talking
© Edward Estlin Cummings
all which isn't singing is mere talking
and all talking's talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
a man who had fallen among thieves
© Edward Estlin Cummings
a man who had fallen among thieves
lay by the roadside on his back
dressed in fifteenthrate ideas
wearing a round jeer for a hat
All in green went my love riding
© Edward Estlin Cummings
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
a total stranger one black day
© Edward Estlin Cummings
a total stranger one black day
knocked living the hell out of me-- who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was -but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other's each
am was.
© Edward Estlin Cummings
am was. are leaves few this. is these a or
scratchily over which of earth dragged once
-ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poor
how colding hereless. air theres what immense
(and i imagine... (XII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
(and i imagine
never mind Joe agreeably cheerfully remarked when
surrounded by fat stupid animals
the Jewess shrieked
a pretty a day
© Edward Estlin Cummings
a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
A Week Later
© Sharon Olds
A week later, I said to a friend: I don't
think I could ever write about it.
Maybe in a year I could write something.
There is something in me maybe someday
At Fontainebleau
© Arthur Symons
IT was a day of sun and rain,
Uncertain as a childs swift moods;
And I shall never spend again
So blithe a day among the woods.
About Love For Barbarians
© Luis Benitez
The opposite seeks the opposite
and the drop of black
grows within white
until turning white into black
and conversely the drop becomes white
About What Runs Away
© Luis Benitez
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses.
That Blake got tired at a printer's shop
waiting for that day's conversation with the angels.
That just to live Baudelaire humiliated before his mother.
A Woman Unconscious
© Ted Hughes
Russia and America circle each other;
Threats nudge an act that were without doubt
A melting of the mould in the mother,
Stones melting about the root.
A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack
© James Wright
Near the dry river's water-mark we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green,
Told me to find you, even if the rain,
And tell you he was drowned.
A Poem About George Doty In The Death House
© James Wright
Lured by the wall, and drawn
To stare below the roof,
Where pigeons nest aloof
From prowling cats and men,
An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri
© Thomas Chatterton
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie;
The apple rodded from its palie greene,
And the mole peare did bende the leafy spraie;
A New Song
© Thomas Chatterton
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way
My notions and actions run far.
How can my ideas do other but stray,
Deprived of their ruling North-Star?
A Hymn for Christmas Day
© Thomas Chatterton
How shall we celebrate the day,
When God appeared in mortal clay,
The mark of worldly scorn;
When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,
Attempted the Redeemer's Praise
And hail'd Salvation's Morn!
A Choice
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
They please me not-- these solemn songs
That hint of sermons covered up.
'T is true the world should heed its wrongs,
But in a poem let me sup,
