Poems begining by B
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Brothers
© James Weldon Johnson
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter's trap.
Breakfast
© Sant Surdas
O Hari, 'tis morn, awake, there's water in the jar for you to wash your face no need to hurry there's plenty of time.
I'll bring you whatever you like for your breakfast- dried fruits, butter, honey and bread.
Bad Days
© Boris Pasternak
When Passion week started and Jesus
Came down to the city, that day
Hosannahs burst out at his entry
And palm leaves were strewn in his way.
Birds Sing I Love You, Love
© Augusta Davies Webster
Oh heart can hear heart's sense in senseless nought,
And heart that's sure of heart has little speech.
What shall it tell? The other knows its thought.
What shall one doubt or question or beseech
Who is assured and knows and, unbesought,
Possesses the dear trust that each gives each.
Before The Snow
© Andrew Lang
Beyond lie church and steeple, with their old
And rusty vanes that rattle as they veer,
A sharper gust would shake them from their hold,
Yet up that path, in summer of the year,
And past that melancholy pile we strolled
To pluck wild strawberries, with merry cheer.
By Momba Tracks
© Roderic Quinn
THE hearts of the everlasting-flowers
Shall steal the gold o' the sun
When the winter rains have done their work
And the winter days are done,
Ballade Of Youth And Age
© William Ernest Henley
Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl -
Youth is the sign of them, one and all.
A smouldering hearth and a silent stage -
These are a type of the world of Age.
By Now So Sick Of Waiting
© Gaspara Stampa
By now so sick of waiting, I'm by now
so beaten by the pain (by now the burn
won't stop and he forgets so quickly how
I trust in his return and how I yearn),
Broadway
© Lola Ridge
Light!
Innumerable ions of light,
Kindling, irradiating,
All to their foci tending…
Beautiful Twenty-Second
© Julia A Moore
Beautiful twenty-second,
Beautiful twenty-second,
May the people ever keep it,
Beautiful twenty-second.
Barbarossa
© Friedrich Rückert
The ancient Barbarossa,
Friedrich, the Kaiser great,
Within the castle-cavern
Sits in enchanted state.
Brightens Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story]
© Henry Lawson
AT A POINT where the old road crosses
The river, and turns to the right,
Be Kind to the Little Ones
© Julia A Moore
Air - "He Folds Them on His Bosom''
Be kind to all little ones,
Ballade Of The Dead Cities
© Andrew Lang
Prince, all thy towns and cities must
Decay as these, till all their crime,
And mirth, and wealth, and toil are thrust
Where are the cities of old time.
Bitter Oranges
© Kostas Karyotakis
Oh, our little orange tree
all full of flowers
and like a bride dressed
all in white
