Poems begining by A
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A Single Smile
© Paul Eluard
A single smile disputes
Each star with the gathering night
A single smile for us both
An Old Road
© Edwin Markham
A host of poppies, a flight of swallows;
A flurry of rain, and a wind that follows
Shepherds the leaves in the sheltered hollows
For the forest is shaken and thinned.
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
© André Breton
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
As I Walked Through London
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As I walked through London,
The fresh wound burning in my breast,
As I walked through London,
Longing to have forgotten, to harden my heart, and to rest,
A Winter Night
© Sara Teasdale
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
A Dedication - To K.S.G.
© Henry Timrod
Fair Saxon, in my lover's creed,
My love were smaller than your meed,
April Love
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
A Liz Town Humorist
© James Whitcomb Riley
Settin' round the stove, last night,
Down at Wess's store, was me
Art And Love
© James Whitcomb Riley
He faced his canvas (as a seer whose ken
Pierces the crust of this existence through)
A Baby-Sermon
© George MacDonald
The lightning and thunder
They go and they come:
But the stars and the stillness
Are always at home.
A Word from the Bards
© Henry Lawson
IT IS New Years Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side
The Bards have commenced to fill out of late and theyre showing their binjies with pride
Theyre patting their binjies with pride, old man, and I want you to understand,
That a binjied bard is a bard indeed when he sings in the Southern Land,
Old chaps,
When he sings in the Southern Land.
At Camelot.
© Robert Crawford
Her maiden eyes were redolent of love,
Warm-bosomed as she breathed the passioned air
Of old romance, and did in fancy move
'Mong the gay knights who died for ladies fair;
An Indian Wind Song
© Peter McArthur
THE wolf of the winter wind is swift,
And hearts are still and cheeks are pale,
Apostrophe to Nature
© Victor Marie Hugo
O Sun! bright face aye undefiled;
O flowers i' the valley blooming wild;
Caverns, dim haunt of Solitude;
Perfume whereby one's step's beguiled
Deep, deep into the sombre wood;
A Day on the Big Branch
© Howard Nemerov
Still half drunk, after a night at cards,
with the grey dawn taking us unaware
A Young Lady of Lynn
© Pierre Reverdy
There was a young lady of Lynn,
Who was so uncommonly thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade
She slipped through the straw and fell in.
A Bear Story
© Edgar Albert Guest
There was a bear - his name was Jim,
An' children weren't askeered of him,
All Quiet Along the Potomac
© Ethel Lynn Eliot Beers
"All quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
Except here and there a stray picket
