Poems begining by A
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Airs and Angels: This Night Only
© Kenneth Rexroth
[Erik Satie: "Gymnopédie #1"]
Moonlight now on Malibu
Arrows
© Tony Hoagland
When a beautiful woman wakes up,
she checks to see if her beauty is still there.
When a sick person wakes up,
he checks to see if he continues to be sick.
All the Members of My Tribe Are Liars
© John Fuller
Think of a self-effacing missionary
Tending the vices of a problem tribe.
He knows the quickest cure for beri-beri
And how to take a bribe.
An African Elegy
© Robert Duncan
In the groves of Africa from their natural wonder
the wildebeest, zebra, the okapi, the elephant,
A Man May Change
© Marvin Bell
As simply as a self-effacing bar of soap
escaping by indiscernible degrees in the wash water
A Shropshire Lad II: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
© Alfred Edward Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
A Sonnet Upon a Stolen Kiss
© George Wither
Now gentle sleep hath clos'd up those eyes
Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe,
An Explanation
© James Weldon Johnson
Look heah! 'Splain to me de reason
Why you said to Squire Lee,
Der wuz twelve ole chicken thieves
In dis heah town, includin' me.
At The Tide's Will
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the tide came surging in
To the beach it bore
Drift-wood and brown weeds
These and nothing more!
A Legend of Truth
© Rudyard Kipling
Then came a War when, bombed and gassed and mined,
Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And through the dust and glare and wreck of things,
Beheld a phantom on unbalanced wings,
Reeling and groping, dazed, dishevelled, dumb,
But semaphoring direr deeds to come.
Ad Manus Puellae
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
I was always a lover of ladies' hands!
Or ever mine heart came here to tryst,
For the sake of your carved white hands' commands;
The tapering fingers, the dainty wrist;
The hands of a girl were what I kissed.
A Mystery
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The river hemmed with leaning trees
Wound through its meadows green;
A low, blue line of mountains showed
The open pines between.
Art
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
[anyone lived in a pretty how town]
© Edward Estlin Cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.
All For The Cause
© William Morris
Hear a word, a word in season,
for the day is drawing nigh,
When the Cause shall call upon us,
some to live, and some to die!
At Melville’s Tomb
© Hart Crane
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath
An embassy. Their numbers as he watched,
Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.
A Map to the Next World
© Joy Harjo
for Desiray Kierra Chee
In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for
those who would climb through the hole in the sky.
A Sweet Contention Between Love, His Mistress, And Beauty
© Nicholas Breton
Love and my mistress were at strife
Who had the greatest power on me:
Betwixt them both, oh, what a life!
Nay, what a death is this to be!
A Dream-Song
© George MacDonald
The stars are spinning their threads,
And the clouds are the dust that flies,
And the suns are weaving them up
For the day when the sleepers arise.
