Poems begining by A
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A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses
© William Strode
Goe and count her better houres;
They more happie are than ours.
A Dish Of Peaches In Russia
© Wallace Stevens
With my whole body I taste these peaches,
I touch them and smell them. Who speaks?
An Den Horaz
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Horaz, wenn ich mein Maedchen kuesse,
Entflammt von unserm Gott, dem Wein,
Dann seh ich, ohne kritsche Schluesse,
Dich tiefer als zehn Bentleys ein.
Advice To Psychologists
© Kenneth Slessor
YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches,
Feasting your eyes through private panes,
Who, not content with Heavenly stenches,
Insist on taking up the drains,
A Une Madone (To A Madonna)
© Charles Baudelaire
Ex-voto dans le goût espagnol
Je veux bâtir pour toi, Madone, ma maîtresse,
Un autel souterrain au fond de ma détresse,
Et creuser dans le coin le plus noir de mon coeur,
A Prayer unto Christ
© Michael Wigglesworth
The Judge Of The World
O Dearest Dread, most glorious King,
At Feet Of Dogs
© Ivan Donn Carswell
At my feet the lapdogs of desire,
I wont greet their fawning, least not yet,
their foul breath would shrink a haemorroid,
perhaps Ill feed them oats with garlic
As much a part
© Ivan Donn Carswell
In a slow drawn focus the concrete
blocks that prop up my view of the sky
morph soft and easy like double
brie melting into a shirred close-up shot
Athritic Fingers Have To Last
© Ivan Donn Carswell
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last
much longer yet, theyre all I have to keep the pages
on the screen prescribed with glowing words, my favoured antidote
to weak and skulking weariness; the cups of strong black coffee
Another barbeque tonight
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound
that eases sleep although we barely slept we were
distressed by other things. Today the kitchens centre ring,
the kitchen of Anitas dreams. Its had a long gestation,
And you will claim
© Ivan Donn Carswell
And you will claim we need more births to keep
our population mix in check while natures truths
suggest there are too many of us yet?
And you will make the claim with good intent,
And The Piper Dreams
© Ivan Donn Carswell
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind
colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in time,
at the puddling waters edge he stands spread square and neat
and blows a lambent dirge, a frisson to the hatchling-surf
Almost taste the flavour
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It was a fat-tyred 4WD utility hard back,
the sort of ute youd expect a contractor
to drive, except it was plastered with tacky
stickers, and no genuine subby does that.
Ah, that Murphy girl
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Lets talk about the weather then,
would that help you take your ease?
Gossip is so rare from you
the noise of falling leaves is louder than
your breathing; if breathing is whatever is
sustaining you.
After the rain
© Ivan Donn Carswell
And in the morning when the sun returns
to claim the earth the mist surprises, rising
unabashed and clean again to grace the
nascent waiting skies after the rain.
© I.D. Carswell
