Poems begining by A
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Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
© Omar Khayyám
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.
And, as the Cock crew
© Omar Khayyám
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted—“Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more.”
And David’s Lips are lockt
© Omar Khayyám
And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
A Mother's Dream
© Allama Muhammad Iqbal
One night while sleeping
I dreamt
Seeing which I began
To get impatient
Apple Tragedy
© Ted Hughes
So on the seventh day
The serpent rested,
God came up to him.
"I've invented a new game," he said.
Another Grace For A Child
© Robert Herrick
Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all. Amen.
At Lulworth Cove A Century Back
© Thomas Hardy
Had I but lived a hundred years ago
I might have gone, as I have gone this year,
By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I know,
And Time have placed his finger on me there:
Aspatia's Song
© John Gould Fletcher
LAY a garland on my herse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;
Say, I died true.
A Lame Beggar
© John Donne
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
Ah! Yet Consider it Again!
© Arthur Hugh Clough
"Old things need not be therefore true,"
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
An A.b.c
© Geoffrey Chaucer
AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet
A Hoffa Lieutenant Reminisces
© Zitner Sheldon
This world, you want results,Even you're GodamightyYou do what you got to--Fire, flood, whatever.
Aphasia
© Zieroth David Dale
It is the suddenness of crossingoverthat cannot be comprehended.One moment she is among usreaching for her purse.Àæ.
An Order Prescribed, by Is. W., to two of her Younger Sisters Serving in London
© Isabella Whitney
Good sisters mine, when I shall further from you dwell,Peruse these lines, observe the rules which in the same I tell
America
© Whitfield James Monroe
America , it is to thee,Thou boasted land of liberty, --It is to thee I raise my song,Thou land of blood, and crime, and wrong
At the Window
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
How thick about the window of my life Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife, Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.
Ad Non Conscriptum
© Robert Stanley Weir
Not for the fame of it,But for the shame of it,You crossed the sea.Knowing the need of men,You of the breed of men,Recking the rede of men, Cried out: Send me.
