Poems begining by A
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A Poem (With English Translation)
© Ali Sardar Jafri
TU MUJHEY ITNEY PYAR SE MAT DEKH
TERI PALKOn KE NARM SAAYE MEIn
DOBTI CHAAnDINI SI LAGTI HAI
AUR MUJHEY ITNI DOOR JAANAA HAI
A Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady
© Richard Lovelace
I.
That frantick errour I adore,
And am confirm'd the earth turns round;
Now satisfied o're and o're,
An Easy Goin' Feller
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ther' ain't no use in all this strife,
An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life.
Amoretti LXVI: "To all those happy blessings which ye have"
© Edmund Spenser
To all those happy blessings which ye have,
With plenteous hand by heaven upon you thrown:
Alicante Lullaby
© Sylvia Plath
In Alicante they bowl the barrels
Bumblingly over the nubs of the cobbles
A Man in Blue
© James Schuyler
Under the French horns of a November afternoon
a man in blue is raking leaves
A Moral Alphabet (excerpt)
© Hilaire Belloc
MORAL
If you were born to walk the ground,
Remain there; do not fool around.
A Wolf Is at the Laundromat
© Jack Prelutsky
A wolf is at the Laundromat,
it's not a wary stare-wolf,
it's short and fat, it tips its hat,
unlike a scary glare-wolf.
A Child's Question
© Louisa Lawson
O, why do you weep mother, why do you weep
For baby that fell in the summer to sleep?
A Song: Ask me no more where Jove bestows
© Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty’s orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
A Character
© Samuel Rogers
As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals,
And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals;
Her softer charms, but by their influence known,
Surprise all hearts, and mould them to her own.
All overgrown by cunning moss, (146)
© Emily Dickinson
All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of Currer Bell
In quiet Haworth laid.
A Vagabond Song
© Bliss William Carman
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
Assurance
© Emma Lazarus
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed
And If I Did, What Then?
© George Gascoigne
“And if I did, what then?
Are you aggriev’d therefore?
The sea hath fish for every man,
And what would you have more?”
A Note on My Son’s Face
© Toi Derricotte
Mother. Grandmother. Wise
Snake-woman who will show the way;
Spider-woman whose black tentacles
hold him precious. Or will tear off his head,
her teeth over the little husband,
the small fist clotted in trust at her breast.
A Poets Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter
© Robert Burns
Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me,
If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mammie,
Shall ever daunton me or awe me,
My sweet wee lady,
Or if I blush when thou shalt ca' me
Tyta or daddie.
An Drinaun Donn
© Padraic Colum
A HUNDRED men think I am theirs when with them I
drink ale,
But their presence fades away from me and their high spirits fail
When I think upon your converse kind by the meadow
and the linn,
And your form smoother than the silk on the Mountain of O'Flynn.
