Poems begining by A
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A Grey Day
© Roderic Quinn
THE long still day is ending
In hollow and on height,
The lighthouse seaward sending
White rays of steady light;
An Improver
© Lesbia Harford
Maisie's been holding down her head all day,
Her little red head. And her pointed chin
Rests on her neck that slips so softly in
The square-cut low-necked darling dress she made
A Wish
© Alexander Pushkin
The days drag on, each moment multiplies
Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness
Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise.
To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness
Aspens
© Edward Thomas
All day and night, save winter, every weather,
Above the inn, the smithy and the shop,
The aspens at the cross-roads talk together
Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top.
As the Team's Head- Brass
© Edward Thomas
As the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn
The lovers disappeared into the wood.
I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
That strewed the angle of the fallow, and
Adlestrop
© Edward Thomas
Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
A Private
© Edward Thomas
This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors
Many a frozen night, and merrily
Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:
"At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he,
A Cameo
© Madison Julius Cawein
Why speak of Giamschid rubies
Whence rosy starlight drips?
I know a richer crimson,--
The ruby of her lips.
A Cat
© Edward Thomas
She had a name among the children;
But no one loved though someone owned
Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime
And had her kittens duly drowned.
Autobiography
© Dorothy Parker
Oh, both my shoes are shiny new,
And pristine is my hat;
My dress is 1922….
My life is all like that.
A Sketch
© George Gordon Byron
But to the theme, now laid aside too long,
The baleful burthen of this honest song,
Though all her former functions are no more,
She rules the circle which she served before.
A Late Walk
© Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
An Old Song Re-sung
© Padraic Colum
As I went down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve of the night,
A Thought From Propertius
© William Butler Yeats
SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees
A Students Song
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
When I was a merry young fellow
I loved the red juice of the grape.
Ancient Eternal And Immortal Spirit
© Kostis Palamas
Immortal spirit of antiquity,
Father of the true, beautiful and good,
Descend, appear, shed over us thy light
Upon this ground and under this sky
Arlo Will
© Edgar Lee Masters
Did you ever see an alligator
Come up to the air from the mud,
Staring blindly under the full glare of noon?
Have you seen the stabled horses at night
