Poems begining by A
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A Child My Choice
© Robert Southwell
Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child
Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled.
Ah Me! Ah Me!
© Sugawara Takesue no Musume
Ah, me! Ah, me! My weary doom to labour here in the Palace!
Seven good wine-jars have I - and three in my province.
August
© Hilaire Belloc
This is sheer manhood; this is Charlemagne,
When he with his wide host came conquering home
From vengeance under Roncesvalles ta'en.
Or when his bramble beard flaked red with foam
Of bivouac wine-cups on the Lombard plain,
What time he swept to grasp the world at Rome.
Autumn's Gold
© George MacDonald
By the roadside, like rocks of golden ore
That make the western river-beds so bright,
The briar and the furze are all alight!
Perhaps the year will be so fair no more,
But now the fallen, falling leaves are gay,
And autumn old has shone into a Day!
Amen
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
It is over. What is over?
Nay, now much is over truly!
Harvest days we toiled to sow for;
Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
Now the wheat is garnered duly.
A Prelude At Evening
© Robert Laurence Binyon
My spirit was like the lonely air
Before night,
Like hovering cloud that's melted there
In the late light,
Alfs Eleventh Bit
© Ezra Pound
My great press cleaves the guts of men,
My great noise drowns their cries,
My sales beat all the other ten,
Because I print most lies.
A Love-Fancy
© Charles Harpur
Night was new-throned in heaven, and we did rove
Together in the cool and shadowless haze
A Shopkeeper’s Story
© Richard Jones
I sell one bristle brushes. People
seeking two bristle brushes I send
to the guy on Amsterdam, who’s in a rush.
At The Middle Of Life
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The earth hangs down
to the lake, full of yellow
pears and wild roses.
Lovely swans, drunk with
kisses you dip your heads
into the holy, sobering waters.
A Madona Poesia (To My Lady of Poetry)
© Alfonsina Storni
AQUI a tus pies lanzada, pecadora,
contra tu tierra azul, mi cara oscura,
tú, virgen entre ejércitos de palmas
que no encanecen como los humanos.
A Coronet for his Mistress, Philosophy
© George Chapman
Muses that sing love's sensual empery,
And lovers kindling your enraged fires
A Derry on a Cove
© Henry Lawson
Why dont you go to work? he said (he muttered, Why dont you?).
Yer honer knows as well as me there aint no work to do.
And when I try to find a job Im shaddered by a trap
Its awful when the pleece has got a derry on a chap.
Along The Stream
© Madison Julius Cawein
Where the violet shadows brood
Under cottonwoods and beeches,
Through whose leaves the restless reaches
Of the river glance, I've stood,
While the red-bird and the thrush
Set to song the morning hush.
Arms and the Boy
© Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.
A Winter Night
© John Hay
The winter wind is raving fierce and shrill
And chides with angry moan the frosty skies,
A New York Child’s Garden of Verses
© Edwin Morgan
In winter I get up at night,
And dress by an electric light.
In summer, autumn, ay, and spring,
I have to do the self-same thing.
A Holy Week Song, 1918
© Katharine Tynan
Now when Christ died for man his sake
A myriad men must die;
