Poems begining by A
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Any Saint
© Francis Thompson
His shoulder did I hold
Too high that I, o'erbold
Weak one,
Should lean thereon.
Apology For Bad Dreams
© Robinson Jeffers
I
In the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,
A Letter Written For My Daughter To A Lady, Who Had Presented Her With A Cap.
© Mary Barber
Your late kind Gift let me restore;
For I must never wear it more.
My Mother cries, ``What's here to do?
``A Crimson Velvet Cap for you!
An Elegy address'd to His Excellency Governour BELCHER: On the Death of his Brother-in-Law, the
© Mather Byles
Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head,
And heard the fatal News,-"The Friend is dead.
As On A Holiday
© Friedrich Hölderlin
As on a holiday, when a farmer
Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,
A Golden Hour
© William Watson
A beckoning spirit of gladness seemed afloat,
That lightly danced in laughing air before us:
The earth was all in tune, and you a note
Of Nature's happy chorus.
A crusader's wife slipped from the garrison
© Ogden Nash
A crusader's wife slipped from the garrison,
And had an affair with a Saracen;
She was not over-sexed,
Or jealous or vexed,
She just wanted to make a comparison.
Annus Memorabilis : Written in Commemoration of His Majesty's Happy Recovery
© William Cowper
I ransack'd for a theme of song,
Much ancient chronicle, and long;
A Lament
© Katharine Tynan
CLOUDS is under clouds and rain
For there will not come again
Two, the beloved sire and son
Whom all gifts were rained upon.
Against Constancy
© John Wilmot
Tell me no more of constancy,
The frivolous pretense
Of old age, narrow jealousy,
Disease, and want of sense.
A Song
© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
We shall close our eyes,
O people! O people!
We shall open our eyes,
O warriors! O warriors!
A Sketch
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"Emelie, that fayrer was to seene
Than is the lilye on hys stalke grene.....
Uprose the sun and uprose Emelie."
Arcturus
© Sara Teasdale
ARCTURUS brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;
A Life
© Sylvia Plath
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball,
This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear.
Here's yesterday, last year --
Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast
Windless threadwork of a tapestry.
A Song Of Poppies
© Virna Sheard
I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies!
Sun-worshippers are they;
Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers
They live one little day.
A Storm In The Distance
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I SEE the cloud-born squadrons of the gale,
Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest
(While all the affrighted land grows darkly pale),
In flashing charge on earth's half-shielded breast;
A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]
© Thomas Hardy
From the slow march and muffled drum,
And crowds distrest,
And book and bell, at length I have come
To my full rest.
