Poems begining by A
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A Sane Revolution
© David Herbert Lawrence
If you make a revolution, make it for fun,
don't make it in ghastly seriousness,
don't do it in deadly earnest,
do it for fun.
Anxiety
© David Herbert Lawrence
The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
Sweep past the window again.
After Many Days
© David Herbert Lawrence
I WONDER if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!
Autobiography At An Air-Station
© Philip Larkin
Six hours pass: if I'd gone by boat last night
I'd be there now. Well, it's too late for that.
The kiosk girl is yawning. I fell stale,
Stupified, by inaction - and, as light
Begins to ebb outside, by fear, I set
So much on this Assumption. Now it's failed.
"Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind"
© William Wordsworth
AVAUNT all specious pliancy of mind
In men of low degree, all smooth pretence!
A Winter's Tale
© David Herbert Lawrence
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills' white verge.
A Baby Asleep after Pain
© David Herbert Lawrence
As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
A Spiritual Woman
© David Herbert Lawrence
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
A Baby Running Barefoot
© David Herbert Lawrence
I long for the baby to wander hither to me
Like a wind-shadow wandering over the water,
So that she can stand on my knee
With her little bare feet in my hands,
Cool like syringa buds,
Firm and silken like pink young peony flowers.
A Love Song
© David Herbert Lawrence
Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.
Apparition
© Stéphane Mallarme
La lune s'attristait. Des s?raphins en pleurs
R?vant, l'archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleurs
Vaporeuses, tiraient de mourantes violes
De blancs sanglots glissant sur l'azur des corolles.
A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers)
© Wilfred Owen
Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.
Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes.
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats.
A Point Of Honour
© Alfred Austin
``Tell me again; I did not hear: It was wailing so sadly. Nay,
Hush! little one, for mother wants to know what they have to say.
There! At my breast be good and still! What quiets you calms me too.
They say that the source is poisoned; still, it seems pure enough for you!
A Winter's Tale
© Sylvia Plath
On Boston Common a red star
Gleams, wired to a tall Ulmus
Americana. Magi near
The domed State House.
Athens
© Kostas Karyotakis
A sweet hour. Athens sprawls like a hetaira
offering herself to April.
Sensuous scents are in the air,
the spirit waits for nothing any more.
At Sea I Learned The Weather
© Harry Kemp
At sea I learned the weather,
At sea I learned to know
That waves raged not forever,
Winds did not ever blow.
Agamemnon's Warrior
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
A queer and fearful question is tight,
Oppresses my soul and tosses:
Can one be alive if Atreus has died -
Has died on a bed of roses.
At Utter Loaf
© James Whitcomb Riley
An afternoon as ripe with heat
As might the golden pippin be
With mellowness if at my feet
It dropped now from the apple-tree
My hammock swings in lazily.
Ad Domnulam Suam
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Love me: we will pass and part,
Ere this love grow stronger.
"Ah! Where Is Palafox? Nor Tongue Nor Pen"
© William Wordsworth
AH! where is Palafox? Nor tongue no pen
Reports of him, his dwelling or his grave!
