Poems begining by A
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An Ode To The Hills
© Archibald Lampman
AEons ago ye were,
Before the struggling changeful race of man
A Friday Prayer
© Sukasah Syahdan
Before the midnoon sermon was a starter
He had sat quietly on the corner,
His mien dripping with wudhu water
His all seeing eyes observe in glister
After School
© Sukasah Syahdan
tell me one good thing
you did to yourself todayand tell me another
that you did to otherslet us check our lives
with these questions, daugther for as many tomorrows
A Confession
© Sukasah Syahdan
To: I at the risk of being customary
I wish to make a confessionnot that it may be true
they do not love that do not show itbut because its true
that to deny it is to argue with reality
A Koi
© Sukasah Syahdan
To recall nothing past
And expect nothing yet to passTo never suffer from boredom
Or give in to fiefdomTo need not be brave nor coy
Sometimes, I wish I were a koi
A Brand New Life
© Sukasah Syahdan
My dearest child, my dearest love
Come to Ayah, who has just come
My dearest star, my brightest sun
Your loudest cries, my sweetest songs
Your merry laughter, my constant prayer
A Distant Recluse
© Sukasah Syahdan
Supposing I were really there
in Kosovo, Aceh, or East Timor
and lived myself every horror
the media have reported over
Abraham Lincoln
© Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln,
His hand and pen:
He will be good but
God knows When.
A Solitary Chestnut
© Sukasah Syahdan
a solitary chestnut,
bold in the cold,
hibernating under
a gigantic white sheet
A Letter
© Sukasah Syahdan
a penny for your thoughts my dear how are you
got things to tell got to stand naked before you
disintegration now depicts my inner me were you
here you might see no difference within but you
Address To The Dalziel Brothers
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O WOODMAN, spare that block,
Oh gash not anyhow!
It took ten days by clock,
I'd fain protect it now.
ChorusWild Laughter from Dalziel's Workshop.
A dull sound, varying now and again
© Forrest Hamer
And then we began eating corn starch,
chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered
Argo boxes stored away to stiffen
my white dress shirt, and my cousin
and I played or watched TV, no longer annoyed
by the din of never cooling afternoons.
A Song From The Suds
© Louisa May Alcott
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.
A Translation Of The CIV. Psalm To The Original Sense
© Sir Henry Wotton
My soul exalt the Lord with Hymns of praise:
O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might?
Whose Throne of State is cloath'd with glorious rays,
And round about hast rob'd thy self with light.
Who like a curtain hast the Heavens display'd,
And in the watry Roofs thy Chambers laid.
Autumn Song
© Dante Alighieri
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Anahorish
© Seamus Justin Heaney
My "place of clear water,"
the first hill in the world
where springs washed into
the shiny grass
A Parable From Liebig
© Charles Kingsley
The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing
On the stump of a rotting old tree;
'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old,
And the world is nigh ready for me.'
Act of Union
© Seamus Justin Heaney
ITo-night, a first movement, a pulse,
As if the rain in bogland gathered head
To slip and flood: a bog-burst,
A gash breaking open the ferny bed.
