Poems begining by A
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A Monarch's Death-Bed
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A monarch on his death-bed lay -
Did censors waft perfume,
A Pinch of Salt
© Robert Graves
When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
A Fallen Yew
© Francis Thompson
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.
A Child's Nightmare
© Robert Graves
Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
A Plantation Melody
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
De trees is bendin' in de sto'm,
De rain done hid de mountain's fo'm,
I 's 'lone an' in distress.
But listen, dah 's a voice I hyeah,
A-sayin' to me, loud an' cleah,
"Lay low in de wildaness."
Antonio Melidori
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SCENE I.
[A place not far from the summit of Mount Psiloriti, in the Isle of Candia. Philota discovered with a basket of grapes upon her head; she looks eagerly upward. Time, a little before sunset.]
PHILOTA.
At Twenty-Eight by Amy Fleury: American Life in Poetry #59 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Contrary to the glamorized accounts we often read about the lives of single women, Amy Fleury, a native of Kansas, presents us with a realistic, affirmative picture. Her poem playfully presents her life as serendipitous, yet she doesn't shy away from acknowledging loneliness.
At Twenty-Eight
A Dead Boche
© Robert Graves
To you whod read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
Ill say (youve heard it said before)
Wars Hell! and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:
About My Poetry
© Nazim Hikmet
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches no real-estate -
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!
Anne Pennington
© Vasko Popa
Until her last breath she enlarges
Her Oxford house
Built in Slavonic
Vowels and consonants
A Birthday Present
© Alfred Austin
```Say what, to please you, you would have me be.''
Then listen, dear!
I fain would have you very fair to see,
And sweet to hear.
A Conceited Mistake
© Vasko Popa
Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it
Aurora Leigh: Book One
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I, alas,
A wild bird scarcely fledged, was brought to her cage,
And she was there to meet me. Very kind.
Bring the clean water, give out the fresh seed.
A Forgetful Number
© Vasko Popa
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But alone very much alone
An Eine Kleine Schoene
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Kleine Schoene, kuesse mich.
Kleine Schoene, schaemst du dich?
At Shelleys House At Lerici
© Alfred Austin
Maiden, with English hair, and eyes
The colour of Italian skies,
What seek you by this shore?
``I seek, sir, for the latest home
Where Shelley dwelt, and, o'er the foam
Speeding, returned no more.''
And is there care in heaven, and is there love
© Edmund Spenser
And is there care in heaven, and is there love
In heavenly spirits to us creatures base,
