Poems begining by A
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All Day She Quiet Lay
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance,
The closing shadows all of her embracing…
The madcap rain of summer frisked and pranced,
At leaves it drummed, down garden paths went racing.
A Sweet Lullaby
© Nicholas Breton
Come, little babe; come, silly soul,
Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
Born, as I doubt, to all our dole
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.
A Contemplation upon Flowers
© Henry King
BRAVE flowers-that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider'd garments are from earth.
Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel
© Paul Celan
In Brest, before the Fire-Hoops burning,
In the Tent, where Tigers sprang,
there I heard you, Finite, singing,
there I saw you, Mandelstam.
A Memorial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,
The solemn vista to the tomb
Must know henceforth another shadow,
And give another cypress room.
An Athenian Reverie
© Archibald Lampman
How the returning days, one after one,
Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,
Acushla
© Roderic Quinn
I NAMED her twice, I named her thrice,
I named her ten times over;
The wind heard, and the singing bird,
And the bee in the creamy clover.
A Prophecy
© Walter Savage Landor
PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
This man loved me! then rise and trip away.
At Port Royal
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The tent-lights glimmer on the land,
The ship-lights on the sea;
The night-wind smooths with drifting sand
Our track on lone Tybee.
A Wish (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let me not die for ever! when I'm gone
To the cold earth; but let my memory
Accountability
© William Stafford
Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming
pickups and big semis lounge idling, letting their
A Family Record
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877
NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,
A Youthful Experiment In English Hexameters
© James Russell Lowell
IMPRESSIONS OF HOMER
Sometimes come pauses of calm, when the rapt bard, holding his heart back,
Aunts Tantrums
© William Barnes
Why ees, aunt Anne's a little staïd,
But kind an' merry, poor wold maïd!
Accident
© Harry Graham
"There's been an accident!" they said,
"Your servant's cut in half; he's dead."
"Indeed!" said Mr Jones, "and please
Give me the half that's got my keys."
A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean
© Du Fu
I was stubborn by nature and addicted to perfect lines,
fought to the death to find words that startle.
Now in old age my poems flow out freely, the way
flowers and birds forget deep sorrow in spring.
A Dream
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
To one same tune, but higher, Bold,
The maiden sang, is Love! For cold
On Earth are blushes, and for shame
Of such an ineffectual flame
As ill consumes the sacrifice!
A Gage DAmour
© Henry Austin Dobson
Charles,for it seems you wish to know,
You wonder what could scare me so,
