Poems begining by A
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After-Life
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O BOON and curse in one this ceaseless need
Of looking still behind us and before!
Gift to the soul of eyes that cannot read
Life's open book of cabalistic lore;
Anti-heroine
© Judith Viorst
I'd planned to be Heathcliff's Cathy,
Lady Brett, Nicole or Dominique or Scarlett O'Hara.
A Ballad Of The Town Water
© Robert Fuller Murray
It is the Police Commissioners,
All on a winter's day;
And they to prove the town water
Have set themselves away.
And You, Helen
© Edward Thomas
And you, Helen, what should I give you?
So many things I would give you
A Cider Song
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The wine they drink in Paradise
They make in Haute Lorraine;
God brought it burning from the sod
To be a sign and signal rod
That they that drink the blood of God
Shall never thirst again.
A Forecast
© Archibald Lampman
One thing I know: if he be great and pure,
This love, this fire, this beauty shall endure;
Triumph and hope shall lead him by the palm:
But if not this, some differing thing he be,
That dream shall break in terror; he shall see
The whirlwind ripen, where he sowed the calm.
A Woman Scorning Her Lover
© Confucius
O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My food, though you're absurd!
America for Me
© Henry Van Dyke
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
ankhon mein ji mera hai idhar yar dekhna
© Meer Taqi Meer
kaisa chaman ke ham se asiron ko mana hai
chak-e-qafas se bag ki diwar dekhna
And the Greatest of These Is War
© James Weldon Johnson
And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said,
"O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief."
And Hell rang with the acclamation of the Fiends.
A Third Letter From B. Sawin, Esq.
© James Russell Lowell
I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle views
In the last billet thet I writ, 'way down frum Veery Cruze,
Alfs Sixth Bit
© Ezra Pound
Let some new lying ass,
Who knows not what is or was,
Talk economics,
Pay for his witless noise,
Get the kid nice new toys,
Call him 'professor'.
A Song Of Savoy
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As the dim twilight shrouds
The mountain's purple crest,
And Summer's white and folded clouds
Are glowing in the west,
Loud shouts come up the rocky dell,
And voices hail the evening-bell.
A True Hymne
© George Herbert
My joy, my life, my crown!
My heart was meaning all the day,
Somewhat it fain would say:
And still it runneth mutt'ring up and down
With only this, My joy, my life, my crown.
Alfs Fourth Bit
© Ezra Pound
You 'ark to the sargent,
And don't read no books;
Go to God like a sojer;
What counts is the looks.
Aeschylos And Sophocles
© Walter Savage Landor
Aeschylos: Live, and do more.
Thine is the Lemnian ile,
And thou hast placed the arrows in the hand
Of Philoctetes, hast assuaged his wounds
And given his aid without which Greece had fail'd.
