Poems begining by A
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August
© Boris Pasternak
This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
Between the curtains and the sofa lay,
A Redeemer
© Robinson Jeffers
But when I am dead and all you with whole
hands think of nothing but happiness,
Will you go mad and kill each other? Or horror come over
the ocean on wings and cover your sun?
I wish," he said trembling, "I had never been born."
Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the middle of the town,
From its fountains in the hills,
Tumbling through the narrow gorge,
The Canneto rushes down,
Turns the great wheels of the mills,
Lifts the hammers of the forge.
A Song Of Parting
© Edith Nesbit
QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song
The richest crown a poet ever wore,
Since I have given you songs a whole year long,
Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more.
A Mock Charon. Dialogue
© Richard Lovelace
CHORUS.
Thus man, his honor lost, falls on these shelves;
Furies and fiends are still true to themselves.
A-Haulen O The Corn
© William Barnes
Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr'd
The piece o' corn in Zidelèn Plot,
A Child's Hair
© William Watson
A letter from abroad. I tear
Its sheathing open, unaware
What treasure gleams within; and there-
Like bird from cage-
Flutters a curl of golden hair
Out of the page.
A Tragi-Comedy
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon
When all the world was out of tune,
After Sunset
© Harriet Monroe
The forest was a shrine for her,
A temple richly dressed;
And worshippers the tall trees were,
Each to his prayer addressed.
Scarce dared I lift my eyes, or stir,
So deeply was I blessed.
A Christmas Lyric
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THO' the Earth with age seems whitened,
And her tresses hoary and old
No longer are flushed mad brightened
By glintings of brown or gold,
A LHirondelle
© André Marie de Chénier
Fille de Pandion, ô jeune Athénienne,
La cigale est ta proie, hirondelle inhumaine,
An Invitation
© Frances Anne Kemble
Come where the white waves dance along the shore
Of some lone isle, lost in the unknown seas;
After Her Going
© Francis Thompson
The after-even! Ah, did I walk,
Indeed, in her or even?
For nothing of me or around
But absent She did leaven,
Felt in my body as its soul,
And in my soul its heaven.
A Valentine
© Madison Julius Cawein
My life is grown a witchcraft place
Through gazing on thy form and face.
A Comedy
© Edith Nesbit
MADAM, you bade me act a part,
A comedy of your devising--
Forbade me to consult my heart,
To be sincere--or compromising.
A Father To His Son
© Carl Sandburg
A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
A Meeting Of The Birds
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OF a thousand queer meetings, both great, sir, and small
The bird-party I sing of seemed oddest of all!
How they come to assemble--a multiform show--
From all parts of the earth, is--well--more than I know.
An Apology For My Son To His Master, For Not Bringing An Exercise On The Coronation Day.
© Mary Barber
Why are we Scholars plagu'd to write,
On Days devoted to Delight?
In Honour of the King, I'd play
Upon his Coronation Day:
But as for Loyalty in Rhyme,
Defer that to another Time.
